Kasher Quon - Back N Forth (feat. BabyTron) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[Kasher Quon - Back N Forth feat. BabyTron lyrics]
(Ohh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, Steve, you made this beat)
(HBK Cheese)
I told Tron step in the booth
We going back in forth
You say that you the plug?
You is not the source just a fucking dork
I ain't had my gun
I had to stab him with a fork
Only liked a pic just to fuck
She a whore for sure
Rich got the purple, Chris Webber
Catch him pouring four
If Kasher got beef with doggy bone
We going door to door
But right now we road running, 201s
We store to store
I'm counting up 100K right now
Better close the door if she ain't fuck me
She fuck one of my bros for sure
That bitch get around
Put a red beam on that nigga's
Nose since he a clown
Yo brother six feet in the earth
You can't dig him out
Luka Trončić, star player shit
Watch me dribble 'round no cap
It's a triple double if I'm in yo town
Standing up? Got a baby Drakey
That'll sit 'em down
I'd rather make money
I ain't got time to sit around
I been fuck that bitch that you cuff
She get around that bitch be in the hood
The last opp that got killed? I'm
Smoking him in this 'Wood
It's a wild run heard them PPP slamming
Guess it's time to file some
We ain't dodging beef, we live from 9 Mile
Bum real giffy grabber
I just fucked the whole aisle up
The clerk know that I'm doing fraud
She fucked my smile up
I don't know how many giffies I got
I gotta count 'em it might be a hunnid
Me and Tron already made it
You up and coming
Two straps like I'm bungee jumping
Four eighthies back to back
I can feel the munchies coming
Whole family on that shit
Had lil' cuddy stomp him
When God made yo bitch he
Pressed the ugly button
I'm hands-on with the chop
I had to finger fuck it
Every time I bring up money
This nigga change the subject
Man, that lil' nigga poor
You say you wanna beef? Let's do it
We can go to war
(Damn, Steve, you made this beat)
(HBK Cheese)
I told Tron step in the booth
We going back in forth
You say that you the plug?
You is not the source just a fucking dork
I ain't had my gun
I had to stab him with a fork
Only liked a pic just to fuck
She a whore for sure
Rich got the purple, Chris Webber
Catch him pouring four
If Kasher got beef with doggy bone
We going door to door
But right now we road running, 201s
We store to store
I'm counting up 100K right now
Better close the door if she ain't fuck me
She fuck one of my bros for sure
That bitch get around
Put a red beam on that nigga's
Nose since he a clown
Yo brother six feet in the earth
You can't dig him out
Luka Trončić, star player shit
Watch me dribble 'round no cap
It's a triple double if I'm in yo town
Standing up? Got a baby Drakey
That'll sit 'em down
I'd rather make money
I ain't got time to sit around
I been fuck that bitch that you cuff
She get around that bitch be in the hood
The last opp that got killed? I'm
Smoking him in this 'Wood
It's a wild run heard them PPP slamming
Guess it's time to file some
We ain't dodging beef, we live from 9 Mile
Bum real giffy grabber
I just fucked the whole aisle up
The clerk know that I'm doing fraud
She fucked my smile up
I don't know how many giffies I got
I gotta count 'em it might be a hunnid
Me and Tron already made it
You up and coming
Two straps like I'm bungee jumping
Four eighthies back to back
I can feel the munchies coming
Whole family on that shit
Had lil' cuddy stomp him
When God made yo bitch he
Pressed the ugly button
I'm hands-on with the chop
I had to finger fuck it
Every time I bring up money
This nigga change the subject
Man, that lil' nigga poor
You say you wanna beef? Let's do it
We can go to war