BabyTron, TrDee - Johnny Dang lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Johnny Dang lyrics]
(I am the King)
Head mediocre, treat a ten like a six
What y'all hoes want?
Y'all smoke or want a fifth?
Ain't no night spending
Use yo legs or call a Lyft
Double G in money on me, come and get a sniff
She know I'm finna kill it when
I say I'm finna get behind on a bad day
Me and Tron'll still hit Revive
I'm just living life 'cause you know
That you can't hit rewind
You can hit it too
Ain't no need to call the pussy mine
Tron called the bank
Told 'em that we coming with a load
Bitch, I'm made of steel, to my niggas
I can never fold
Niggas biting styles, stealing swag
Kinda feel like Soulja
How the fuck is you down to
Ride? You ain't never drove
How the fuck is you down to
Slide? Ain't never shot a gun
You only caught two or three jacks
That is not a run
Exotic puff make me go, I got toxic lungs
Looking like you far from a bag
Better hop in one
Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough
Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough
No, you can't get higher
You don't drive enough
Finna punch some Forces
These ain't white enough
Sliding with a punch
Fuck around and call me "Tronny Cage"
Iced up, high as hell
Looking like I'm Johnny Dang
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
It's a hockey day
Punch Yoshi up
I'm addicted to hibachi place
My young dawg'll pull up shooting
Shit like he Bronny James six on a puppy
Mad as hell that it ain't potty-trained
Got that one drip
This ain't shit that you can copy paste
Bitch bad, kinda rude, she ain't got a waist
I just tell her bend it over
I ain't tryna taste
And I slam dunk in it, feel like Dr j
Did I mention that she kinda
Look like Lisa Ray?
Top down, wind in my face
What the haters say?
Always on my grind like come and
See how do the skaters play
Looking at this BIN like, damn
This package full of heavy weight
Reaching for a chain? He better
Have a hunnid armor plates
Big money, good dick
This bitch gon' let me do whatever
Bro ain't got no brain in his head
He'll shoot whatever
Dee like, "How you hitting all yo
Shots?", I used to hoop, remember?
Lil' bitch tryna act like me
Now we rude together
Bubble Gum in the 'Wood, you hit it
It's gon' hit back
Louis V do rag on, designer belt to mismatch
Hoes come in seven twos
They something like a Kit Kat
Overhype pussy
I be wishing I ain't hit that
I be dragging bags like a face
But that's not the case
We could try to run it up together
You would rather race
Tron like Kobe with the 'Wood
He would rather face
These some basic-ass Air Maxes
It's about the lace
Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough
Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough
No, you can't get higher
You don't drive enough
Finna punch some Forces
These ain't white enough
Sliding with a punch
Fuck around and call me "Tronny Cage"
Iced up, high as hell
Looking like I'm Johnny Dang
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
It's a hockey day
Head mediocre, treat a ten like a six
What y'all hoes want?
Y'all smoke or want a fifth?
Ain't no night spending
Use yo legs or call a Lyft
Double G in money on me, come and get a sniff
She know I'm finna kill it when
I say I'm finna get behind on a bad day
Me and Tron'll still hit Revive
I'm just living life 'cause you know
That you can't hit rewind
You can hit it too
Ain't no need to call the pussy mine
Tron called the bank
Told 'em that we coming with a load
Bitch, I'm made of steel, to my niggas
I can never fold
Niggas biting styles, stealing swag
Kinda feel like Soulja
How the fuck is you down to
Ride? You ain't never drove
How the fuck is you down to
Slide? Ain't never shot a gun
You only caught two or three jacks
That is not a run
Exotic puff make me go, I got toxic lungs
Looking like you far from a bag
Better hop in one
Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough
Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough
No, you can't get higher
You don't drive enough
Finna punch some Forces
These ain't white enough
Sliding with a punch
Fuck around and call me "Tronny Cage"
Iced up, high as hell
Looking like I'm Johnny Dang
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
It's a hockey day
Punch Yoshi up
I'm addicted to hibachi place
My young dawg'll pull up shooting
Shit like he Bronny James six on a puppy
Mad as hell that it ain't potty-trained
Got that one drip
This ain't shit that you can copy paste
Bitch bad, kinda rude, she ain't got a waist
I just tell her bend it over
I ain't tryna taste
And I slam dunk in it, feel like Dr j
Did I mention that she kinda
Look like Lisa Ray?
Top down, wind in my face
What the haters say?
Always on my grind like come and
See how do the skaters play
Looking at this BIN like, damn
This package full of heavy weight
Reaching for a chain? He better
Have a hunnid armor plates
Big money, good dick
This bitch gon' let me do whatever
Bro ain't got no brain in his head
He'll shoot whatever
Dee like, "How you hitting all yo
Shots?", I used to hoop, remember?
Lil' bitch tryna act like me
Now we rude together
Bubble Gum in the 'Wood, you hit it
It's gon' hit back
Louis V do rag on, designer belt to mismatch
Hoes come in seven twos
They something like a Kit Kat
Overhype pussy
I be wishing I ain't hit that
I be dragging bags like a face
But that's not the case
We could try to run it up together
You would rather race
Tron like Kobe with the 'Wood
He would rather face
These some basic-ass Air Maxes
It's about the lace
Where my lighter at? I ain't high enough
Where my writer at? I ain't swipe enough
No, you can't get higher
You don't drive enough
Finna punch some Forces
These ain't white enough
Sliding with a punch
Fuck around and call me "Tronny Cage"
Iced up, high as hell
Looking like I'm Johnny Dang
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
And I'm skating like I'm on a rink
It's a hockey day