StanWill, BabyTron - Last Forever lyrics

(Damjonboi)

I’m gon’ make it last forever
When I get a run
(Run that shit up forever, bitch, fuck it)
That’s a marathon buying 'Woods, bitch
I’m in the Tesla at the Marathon
(I don’t even take gas
Why I’m at the gas station?)
Pocket got a light, shoot him like a camera
We with all the action
Life a movie, they be pulling scripts
Look like my dawgs be acting
Feel like Clank, you see me at the function
Know I brought the ratchet
Ju'll pop out with that Polish rifle
It got all attachments
(I’ll knock yo head off if you reach for it)
I’m getting rich, I ain’t gon’ die trying
Reaching for the buffs? Boy
You will die trying
She don’t want no flowers
My bitch like diamonds
Looking at that nеw C8 like
I just might buy it up the hunnid rounder
This bitch last forеver
If you say it’s up, we on yo ass forever
This bitch mandatory, take the MAG wherever
She don’t suck no dick? I
Show her ass the blender, no cap

Shit, I did it masked up it
It ain’t no need for a sketch artist
Blood flow purple full of Mauri, bitch
My chest heartless
2016, I was in that Nike Tech starving
Six years later, shit
A dub’ll get the set started
Tour bus around America
We finna rock some shows
US to Europe, finna rock the globe
Some chicken fat as hell
These are not Girbauds
308s hit his head and high-top his ‘fro
X on my vertebrae, Off White
Ain’t serving yay'
Every play successful, ain’t gon’ lie
It’s been a perfect day
Like, shit, thank God
Only time you caught a hat is
When you went and played COD
Since you want smoke, slide down
Turn yo spot to Sherbinskis
AR with the Mickey Mouse, waving sticks
Walt Disney militia member
Of course I got some dog in me
Not the same as unky cuts though ‘cause
He got some dog in him
Crazy that I got a ball on you
Could’ve balled with me
Plug gon’ piss me off with that shit
Tryna stall with me don’t bring school up
You wasn’t in the halls with me
Caught an opp out and left his drawers shitty

Twenty in my RTAs, twenties in my Cartiers
(But the Glock got a thirty)
And that’s real spill
Diamonds yellow but the soda black
I Iook like Kill Bill
I done turned my life into a movie
It don’t feel real
The opps, they in last forever
We been first place
Squealing to the pigs the quickest way
To get you turnt bait
Chop singing, send you up to God
I think it’s Kirk Franklin
I was dreaming ‘bout a hunnid M's
I touched my first Franklin

586, never mind, 734
You can’t even get my main phone
My bitch beat hoes (Shit, fuck)
Slid right and turned his power
Off like a iPhone black sticks, mirror tint
Living life in night mode
Said you spint on the opps
But be needing rides home (Man)
Even with a calculator that ain’t adding up
I done had enough quit the cap
Told lil’ brodie it’s Sabonis if he
Hit him in his hat

Titus looking like Sabonis
He’ll pull up with the strap
ARP got the cajones, boy
You crazy think I lack
Boy, you crazy think it’s that
I made eighty off them jacks
Adidas joggy pager
Unky in the eighties when he trap

Doing eighty in the trap
Blow an eigthy then relax
Hit his top with 308s and
Watch his cranium detach
We gon’ chill him out like
Ritalin if he get spontaneous
Lil’ cuddy in the store with fake ID
It say Don Quavious

I be flying ‘round in UFOs, I ain’t a alien
All this water on our neck
Can’t say we ain’t the waviest
Bottom of the ninth inning
I’ll hit a grand slam slide around in AMGs
It used to be the Trans Am
All these sticks in the whip
Turned a auto to a manual
They be saying Stan the GOAT, they
Keep calling him a animal, huh
Dog $hit Militia, bitch