TrDee - Odd Future (feat. BabyTron) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[TrDee - Odd Future feat. BabyTron lyrics]
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Hey (Damn, JakeSand)
The way she suck dick, man
I think this bitch a porn star
Two chains, 2022, I'm gon' have four charms
Shoot the wheels off that Trackhawk
You won't soar far
European sneakers push the pedal
In a foreign car
Some hoes'll really let you fuck
Because of who you are
Teacher asked me what I wanna
Be, I told her ass, "A star"
Do the dash, Ricky Bobby
If the money calling
I'ma keep shitting on these niggas
Till I'm in a coffin
Foreign kicks
Shooting shit like I'm Gallinari
White Cariters looking like a
Plate of calamari
Out in Cali off some Wockiana
I might crash the 'Rari drop an opp
Go home then throw his dumbass a party
Slim thick snow bunny, my lil' cocaina
Feet up off the beach, chilling in my beater
I can be in Cali, man
I'm still 'round with the heater
Came through and team wiped the gang
This lil' bitch a eater
Supreme trucker
Would've thought that I was Odd Future
Was on the bench when we was hooping
Y'all are not shooters
Not to mention can't afford some Glocks
Y'all went and copped Rugers
In a Hellcat, I'm only tryna dodge troopers
Asked her is she throwing neck before
I come and scoop her
I just need you for the brain
Be my lil' tutor
You ain't elevating niggas
How are you a boss?
You can't never get a win
You like Jared Goff
Eighty dollar three-five
This some Giant Fuyu sleeve Nash
Bet the play green if I slide it to you
I don't fight
Throw a jab? I'ma probably try and shoot you
Bitch so evil
Fuck around and probably try some voodoo
Pocket full of blues, clip full of hollows
Fit five thousand
When I walk bet the drip gon' follow
Goose dub in the club, told them bitches
"Get some ponchos"
CPN fire than a fuck, I might get a condo
Could brag but I don't
Guess I'm a humble beast
Yeah, I heard you jumped off the porch
But you ain't cross the street
She a cold lil' bitch but the head is heat
Gang'll rather camp like it's COD
They don't like to tweet
Somewhere in his bushes
Pop up on him when he leaving out
We ain't even make it to the bed
I hit her on the couch
I'm applying pressure
Can't forget they used to count me out
Yeah, I heard yo song
I hate to say you not gon' make it out
Ballsack on the Honey Badger
This a hunnid shots
Try and get off? I bet you run and drop
Quagen out the pint
You get sleepy off a couple drops
Getting free firearms, online punching Glocks
Tell a bitch before we fuck
"Show me yo Credit Karma"
Heard them boys hit him with Klay Thompson
Caught eleven of 'em
Told neph' he cannot come around
He always up to something
We was sitting when the site down
Now it's up and running
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Hey (Damn, JakeSand)
The way she suck dick, man
I think this bitch a porn star
Two chains, 2022, I'm gon' have four charms
Shoot the wheels off that Trackhawk
You won't soar far
European sneakers push the pedal
In a foreign car
Some hoes'll really let you fuck
Because of who you are
Teacher asked me what I wanna
Be, I told her ass, "A star"
Do the dash, Ricky Bobby
If the money calling
I'ma keep shitting on these niggas
Till I'm in a coffin
Foreign kicks
Shooting shit like I'm Gallinari
White Cariters looking like a
Plate of calamari
Out in Cali off some Wockiana
I might crash the 'Rari drop an opp
Go home then throw his dumbass a party
Slim thick snow bunny, my lil' cocaina
Feet up off the beach, chilling in my beater
I can be in Cali, man
I'm still 'round with the heater
Came through and team wiped the gang
This lil' bitch a eater
Supreme trucker
Would've thought that I was Odd Future
Was on the bench when we was hooping
Y'all are not shooters
Not to mention can't afford some Glocks
Y'all went and copped Rugers
In a Hellcat, I'm only tryna dodge troopers
Asked her is she throwing neck before
I come and scoop her
I just need you for the brain
Be my lil' tutor
You ain't elevating niggas
How are you a boss?
You can't never get a win
You like Jared Goff
Eighty dollar three-five
This some Giant Fuyu sleeve Nash
Bet the play green if I slide it to you
I don't fight
Throw a jab? I'ma probably try and shoot you
Bitch so evil
Fuck around and probably try some voodoo
Pocket full of blues, clip full of hollows
Fit five thousand
When I walk bet the drip gon' follow
Goose dub in the club, told them bitches
"Get some ponchos"
CPN fire than a fuck, I might get a condo
Could brag but I don't
Guess I'm a humble beast
Yeah, I heard you jumped off the porch
But you ain't cross the street
She a cold lil' bitch but the head is heat
Gang'll rather camp like it's COD
They don't like to tweet
Somewhere in his bushes
Pop up on him when he leaving out
We ain't even make it to the bed
I hit her on the couch
I'm applying pressure
Can't forget they used to count me out
Yeah, I heard yo song
I hate to say you not gon' make it out
Ballsack on the Honey Badger
This a hunnid shots
Try and get off? I bet you run and drop
Quagen out the pint
You get sleepy off a couple drops
Getting free firearms, online punching Glocks
Tell a bitch before we fuck
"Show me yo Credit Karma"
Heard them boys hit him with Klay Thompson
Caught eleven of 'em
Told neph' he cannot come around
He always up to something
We was sitting when the site down
Now it's up and running
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)