Ownlane cj - Heat (feat. BabyTron) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[Ownlane cj - Heat feat. BabyTron lyrics]
Yeah ownLane
Uh huh ayy
Triple S Balenciaga, kicks kinda heavy
Nine for the shoes and the belt cost a
Nigga ran off with five hunnid?
That was kinda petty
Call my nigga Carl, told him box
ShittyBoyz they saying
"Tron and CJ should've dropped already"
At Ocean Prime, ask the waiter
"Is the lobster ready?" jacks out the ass
Swear to God that these boxes heavy
Call my shooter "Kawhi"
If he pull up then he dropping twenty
I been running up a check
I been counting plenty
I’ma move my people out the crib
And I'ma drop a Bentley
Told my tеacher I ain't want a
F unless I’m rocking Fendi
How you popping out with thе hoes
And they got a penny?
Bitch ass fat, pussy good, hit it two times
Niggas really poor
Probably can't afford my stu' time
Real juice, hit a light dub
Pay for two lines
Nigga fuck around and get blew
For playing two sides
Two times? I mean three when I'm jamming up
Extended MAG with the beam
This bitch pack a punch
Hit the booth and talk wet
You can call me "Captain Crunch"
You gon' have to be good at math
Tryna add me up punch God
You can't go round for round with me
Think about the money sleep
Wasn't counting sheep
You gon' fuck around and meet God
Fuck around with me
Nah, that ain’t a dinosaur, bitch
I’m flying down yo street
Ain't going back and forth
On the ’Gram, nigga, we can meet
BabyTron and CJ on the track
That's automatic heat
These thousand dollar Christian Loubs, nigga
Watch yo feet
Don't really fuck with niggas so I'm
Taxing if you want a feat
Work so fire, I made ten off the second piece
Walk in the store with good
Combos like it’s Tekken 3 demons locked in
That's yo ass if I let 'em free
Running up a check
Told karma she ain't catching me
Glock with a 30, no
Ain't no niggas stressing me
Niggas want the sauce
Tell they ass I got some sesame
Feeling like Krabs
Niggas cannot get the recipe
Most ain't a hunnid
Better choose yo friends carefully
Got a bad temper, hit the stores aggressively
I am not The Rock, up the MAG
Tryna wrestle me creased Forces? Hell nah
You can't step with me it's a dirty game
Ain't nobody calling penalties
I'll never snitch
Tell they pussy-ass sentence me
Talking 'bout the hottest in the
City? Gotta mention me
I was down bad and came up
It was meant to be
Three pointer plus a slam dunk is
What I spent for these
Tell 'em sentence me it was meant to be
Better mention me is what I spent for these
Uh huh ayy
Triple S Balenciaga, kicks kinda heavy
Nine for the shoes and the belt cost a
Nigga ran off with five hunnid?
That was kinda petty
Call my nigga Carl, told him box
ShittyBoyz they saying
"Tron and CJ should've dropped already"
At Ocean Prime, ask the waiter
"Is the lobster ready?" jacks out the ass
Swear to God that these boxes heavy
Call my shooter "Kawhi"
If he pull up then he dropping twenty
I been running up a check
I been counting plenty
I’ma move my people out the crib
And I'ma drop a Bentley
Told my tеacher I ain't want a
F unless I’m rocking Fendi
How you popping out with thе hoes
And they got a penny?
Bitch ass fat, pussy good, hit it two times
Niggas really poor
Probably can't afford my stu' time
Real juice, hit a light dub
Pay for two lines
Nigga fuck around and get blew
For playing two sides
Two times? I mean three when I'm jamming up
Extended MAG with the beam
This bitch pack a punch
Hit the booth and talk wet
You can call me "Captain Crunch"
You gon' have to be good at math
Tryna add me up punch God
You can't go round for round with me
Think about the money sleep
Wasn't counting sheep
You gon' fuck around and meet God
Fuck around with me
Nah, that ain’t a dinosaur, bitch
I’m flying down yo street
Ain't going back and forth
On the ’Gram, nigga, we can meet
BabyTron and CJ on the track
That's automatic heat
These thousand dollar Christian Loubs, nigga
Watch yo feet
Don't really fuck with niggas so I'm
Taxing if you want a feat
Work so fire, I made ten off the second piece
Walk in the store with good
Combos like it’s Tekken 3 demons locked in
That's yo ass if I let 'em free
Running up a check
Told karma she ain't catching me
Glock with a 30, no
Ain't no niggas stressing me
Niggas want the sauce
Tell they ass I got some sesame
Feeling like Krabs
Niggas cannot get the recipe
Most ain't a hunnid
Better choose yo friends carefully
Got a bad temper, hit the stores aggressively
I am not The Rock, up the MAG
Tryna wrestle me creased Forces? Hell nah
You can't step with me it's a dirty game
Ain't nobody calling penalties
I'll never snitch
Tell they pussy-ass sentence me
Talking 'bout the hottest in the
City? Gotta mention me
I was down bad and came up
It was meant to be
Three pointer plus a slam dunk is
What I spent for these
Tell 'em sentence me it was meant to be
Better mention me is what I spent for these