BabyTron, TrDee - Paul Walker lyrics

Helluva Beats, baby bitch

Intoxicated off the Wocky driving
I might Paul Walker
All ballers, gang in Hutch chains, bitch
We all water threw a leash on that bitch
I might just dogwalk her
Boy, you better have a big bag
Tryna talk offers if he got the crazy eyes
I'm shooting like I'm Bobby Portis
Always thought your unc' was big
Dog 'til he got extorted
Shooter caught him sliding in a shooter
And he shot his Taurus off Weezy
Virgil type shit if I drop the Jordan's
SBDSM, you ain't tied in
Expensive habit's, first class when I fly in
Talking 'bout you jack-catching
You ain't even five in backdoor season
I might fuck around and slide in

I ain't finna battle rap with niggas
I ain't Cassidy he don't got a brain
He only think to cause some casualties
I ain't texting back
I think that all my bitches mad at me
You can't hit no one
You better off hitting the lottery
M's on my mind, shit
I kinda feel like Majin Buu
Telling lies just to get between like
I won't lie to you
Out in Cali' tripping hoes bad
Whip got no roof
Why would I buy a method off
You when I got it too?
Love to make some money and to
Make these niggas hate me
BAPE hoodie on me, I done went and paid a KG
Get another nigga
I'm just knowing that they ain't me
I can't switch teams, baby, I am not no KD

Huh, fake hoes, get away
No face, no case, finna zip the BAPE
If he reach for a chain, gon' dig his grave
I could be Type 2, bitch
I still get some cake i could be farsighted
Still'll see a M coming
Bro ain't got no water, but
He gon' pull up, drench some'
Buffed up, heavy threads
Thigh heavy press some' i was fucked up
Now my crib look like Craig cousin's
The money pick me up

I don't spit no game
I just tell a bitch to look me up
Unc' James Harden
Only 'cause the way he cook it up
I just sit and thump through the money
Kinda get me up flash in the beam
Praying that we catch him out at night
You inhale what's stuffed all
In this 'Wood, then you gon' be a kite
If balling really was a crime
The judge would give us life
I just don't get how doing wrong
The shit that get you right

Six of Wockiana
I ain't sipping on no Miller Lite
Get the Glockiana if they ever
Think we finna fight
Christian Loub's fourteen hunnid
They came with the spikes
Heard your bitch left you looking sick
'cause you don't hit it right

Reminiscing 'bout the old times
We used jugg ham
She a headhunter, you a fool
Think y'all locked in
Baby, do not blow it like a lead
You just get one chance
You was in here staring at the water
I just hopped in