BabyTron, OBN Dev - Scam Legends lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, OBN Dev - Scam Legends lyrics]
I'ma get them phones in the
Same day that they drop
We gon' turn around like yap
We got burners and them chops
You can try us if you want to
But them bodies gon' get drop
Drop the top, Wock' wrestle with the pop
There's homeless niggas on the
Streets, never mind, that's the opps
Woke up with a boner, never mind
That's the Glock
Opps homies slide down, never mind
They with the cops
Oh, he with the opps? Never mind
I'm finna grab the chop
I make a mess in the mall but they never mind
You flash money on the 'Gram
But it's never yours
You don't even got a job
You still doing chores
Off a Perc' 10, cut into
Her, "Where's the coochie, whore?"
Aye, Tron, I'm finna start
Punching them cards, go and close the door
Fuck around and turn into a crawler
If I pour a four
Fuck around and turn into a swiper
When I'm in a store blow the torch, bitch
I'm in the cut like an open sore
And this a big-ass Glock
I ain't got a sword
And this a fucking Hellcat
I ain't got a Ford
I'ma leave a nigga wide open
Like a open door
Like a junkie on the street
When I get money, i still want some more
Funky-ass Dior cost eleven
That's a Klay Thompson
Boy, fuck yo chest and your leg, bitch
We face popping pineapple Fanta with the
I'ma straight drop it lungs full of, boy
I swear this wedding cake toxic
Four years later and this
Nigga still clique hopping
We be in the streets
Them niggas in the house TikToking
I'll up ten bands in yo face
I'd bet you stop talking
You ain't got no money in your safe
And ain't shit in your wallet
I'll let the K rock 'em, boy
This bitch ain't 'bout it
How your bitch bad? Buddy boy
Her toes ain't polished
For a buck she'll let me
Slam but I ain't Giannis
She make the ugly face when she
Sucking so I hate watching
Same day that they drop
We gon' turn around like yap
We got burners and them chops
You can try us if you want to
But them bodies gon' get drop
Drop the top, Wock' wrestle with the pop
There's homeless niggas on the
Streets, never mind, that's the opps
Woke up with a boner, never mind
That's the Glock
Opps homies slide down, never mind
They with the cops
Oh, he with the opps? Never mind
I'm finna grab the chop
I make a mess in the mall but they never mind
You flash money on the 'Gram
But it's never yours
You don't even got a job
You still doing chores
Off a Perc' 10, cut into
Her, "Where's the coochie, whore?"
Aye, Tron, I'm finna start
Punching them cards, go and close the door
Fuck around and turn into a crawler
If I pour a four
Fuck around and turn into a swiper
When I'm in a store blow the torch, bitch
I'm in the cut like an open sore
And this a big-ass Glock
I ain't got a sword
And this a fucking Hellcat
I ain't got a Ford
I'ma leave a nigga wide open
Like a open door
Like a junkie on the street
When I get money, i still want some more
Funky-ass Dior cost eleven
That's a Klay Thompson
Boy, fuck yo chest and your leg, bitch
We face popping pineapple Fanta with the
I'ma straight drop it lungs full of, boy
I swear this wedding cake toxic
Four years later and this
Nigga still clique hopping
We be in the streets
Them niggas in the house TikToking
I'll up ten bands in yo face
I'd bet you stop talking
You ain't got no money in your safe
And ain't shit in your wallet
I'll let the K rock 'em, boy
This bitch ain't 'bout it
How your bitch bad? Buddy boy
Her toes ain't polished
For a buck she'll let me
Slam but I ain't Giannis
She make the ugly face when she
Sucking so I hate watching