Big Money Rich - Triple Double (feat. BabyTron) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[Big Money Rich - Triple Double feat. BabyTron lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, BabyTron
I got something for you on this one
Fuck it, all gas, ayy
Nigga's high so that's why my eyes lazy
I heard somebody said they gon' rob baby
Tryna run in my spot
I'll put a nigga in a suit like a FBI agent
But he told my mans about the shit
But he ain't tell me until they got into it
Nigga pull it on me then you gotta use it
Send a nigga right to God like a Hallelujah
Y'all niggas shake hands for the hype
Tone brung a FN for the night
FN for the night
I just bought a brand new chopper
Something light
I just gave 'em weed 'cause
They wanna get high bitch, I can't see
Let me hit the porch light
Ugh, that's a V live Quic? 'Course not, ugh
You in the hood chasing 'round
All the stupid bitches
I'm on a plane daydreaming
'bout the stewardess
On the Spirit plane smushed
Can't move a shit
Why I ain't fly Delta for the extra six?
Plug gave me two bows with some extra zips
I told him it was one short
With a shake a zip nigga starving out here
It ain't making sense
I just made 3K when I left the 6
I'ma kill the bitch pussy
Put a hearse on her
I'ma pull her skirt up then murk on her
I'ma throw a P back and then Perc' on her
I'm gon' pull my dick out
She gon' twerk on it
And I pray all snitches
Have the worst daughters
Niggas put the hook on me like the verse over
Choppa hit a nigga crib then split a
Nigga house like it's a divorce order
Oh my
Yeah, ayy, uh, BabyTron, I don't think
You can fuck with this, nigga
I don't, prolly can't come behind
Me on this one, my nigga
Ayy, Bando, we prolly gotta find another one
My nigga
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bitch, you know that my BINs scorched
I'm with Rich up in cheese down on Biltmore
Play with my cheese? Something
That I'll kill for
Let the chop sing like it's
Up at the Fillmore
Bruce Lee punch work, no karate class
Hit stores, self-scanning, boy, I gotta jab
Jimmy Nuetron, boy, I'll probably blast
Know some gravediggers that'll put you
In a body bag
Ha ha, lil' dawg, what side you on?
Post up, send a rocket like Olajuwon
Good release with the chop, perfect timing on
Can't leave a trace up that bitch
Throw the silence on
Eating alligator, huh, with my rich friends
Claiming SB4L till that shit ends
Block a ham on the 'Gram when that shit send
These Amiri dripping, boy
Go 'head and drip then
I belong in the zoo, I'm the GOAT, man
Lil' bitch want me and Stan
'cause we both scam
Had her screaming ShittyBoyz, she a whole fan
I'ma put this bitch on her
Back like a choke slam
Up the triple double, huh, Russell Westbrook
Louboutins, boy, that's six on my left foot
Punching clothes, hit Saks with a left hook
I'm the Sauce God
I could really write a textbook
I got something for you on this one
Fuck it, all gas, ayy
Nigga's high so that's why my eyes lazy
I heard somebody said they gon' rob baby
Tryna run in my spot
I'll put a nigga in a suit like a FBI agent
But he told my mans about the shit
But he ain't tell me until they got into it
Nigga pull it on me then you gotta use it
Send a nigga right to God like a Hallelujah
Y'all niggas shake hands for the hype
Tone brung a FN for the night
FN for the night
I just bought a brand new chopper
Something light
I just gave 'em weed 'cause
They wanna get high bitch, I can't see
Let me hit the porch light
Ugh, that's a V live Quic? 'Course not, ugh
You in the hood chasing 'round
All the stupid bitches
I'm on a plane daydreaming
'bout the stewardess
On the Spirit plane smushed
Can't move a shit
Why I ain't fly Delta for the extra six?
Plug gave me two bows with some extra zips
I told him it was one short
With a shake a zip nigga starving out here
It ain't making sense
I just made 3K when I left the 6
I'ma kill the bitch pussy
Put a hearse on her
I'ma pull her skirt up then murk on her
I'ma throw a P back and then Perc' on her
I'm gon' pull my dick out
She gon' twerk on it
And I pray all snitches
Have the worst daughters
Niggas put the hook on me like the verse over
Choppa hit a nigga crib then split a
Nigga house like it's a divorce order
Oh my
Yeah, ayy, uh, BabyTron, I don't think
You can fuck with this, nigga
I don't, prolly can't come behind
Me on this one, my nigga
Ayy, Bando, we prolly gotta find another one
My nigga
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bitch, you know that my BINs scorched
I'm with Rich up in cheese down on Biltmore
Play with my cheese? Something
That I'll kill for
Let the chop sing like it's
Up at the Fillmore
Bruce Lee punch work, no karate class
Hit stores, self-scanning, boy, I gotta jab
Jimmy Nuetron, boy, I'll probably blast
Know some gravediggers that'll put you
In a body bag
Ha ha, lil' dawg, what side you on?
Post up, send a rocket like Olajuwon
Good release with the chop, perfect timing on
Can't leave a trace up that bitch
Throw the silence on
Eating alligator, huh, with my rich friends
Claiming SB4L till that shit ends
Block a ham on the 'Gram when that shit send
These Amiri dripping, boy
Go 'head and drip then
I belong in the zoo, I'm the GOAT, man
Lil' bitch want me and Stan
'cause we both scam
Had her screaming ShittyBoyz, she a whole fan
I'ma put this bitch on her
Back like a choke slam
Up the triple double, huh, Russell Westbrook
Louboutins, boy, that's six on my left foot
Punching clothes, hit Saks with a left hook
I'm the Sauce God
I could really write a textbook