BabyTron, TrDee - Scam Fiesta lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Scam Fiesta lyrics]
(Ha ha ha ha ha, Eli)
I ain't win the finals but I'm
In a room full of winners on riding waves
Really think yo team is full of swimmers
I'll cuff a bitch when that
Nigga KD get the spinners
Seen his lil' roll, boy
We know he spent that on a dinner
Bro don't ever miss
I think it's steady shooter Hall of Fame
See a opp and we gon' turn 300
We gon' let it bang
Shout-out to the bitch that fucked the gang
I won't say yo name reaching for the strap
I think the opps is in the other lane
Telegraming, getting active
Via cryptocurrency connection out in Europe
I been shipping shit to Germany
ShittyBoyz BabyTron
I know this lil' bitch heard of me
Surf and turf
Heard you eating chicken strips
At Burger King
Have my shooter turn his bully on
He a combo guard
Have my shooter turn his fully on
He'll stop yo heart
That secondhand punch line you using
That is not yo bar
I just want some throat, maybe pussy, nah
Not yo heart
I'm not Kevin
Why you mention love? I don't affiliate
I'm not famous but I bet they know me
Probably in yo state i done fed niggas
Now they probably looking at my plate
Pick up at eleven, bitch
You bet not be a minute late
Bitch exotic, weed exotic
Live the Tiger King life
Baby caught me cheating, I'm like
"It ain't what it seem like"
Niggas all on go
I think I'm living with a green light
Whoa, my bitch like Vicky 'cause
She rude and really mean, right?
Filet mignon well done
Where's the Worcestershire sauce?
Racing fuel in the tank, skrrt off
Burn the tires off
He ain't seen the stick, nah, dude
We weren't gon' fight at all
She know I got that rich nut
This lil' bitch tryna ride me raw
Bitch think I'm lying, nah, boo
I only keep it real express ship whatever
Pieces slam like Shareef O'Neal
Really in my rap bag right now
That's a easy mil'
Splashing through this bitch, big drip
Thought my Fiji spill
Huh, scam fiesta
Got some shells since you want some beef
I don't see 'em out
Opps make me feel like I can't see
Huh, she like, "Damn, you that nigga, Dee"
I can put some niggas on yo
Dawg like they a fucking flea
Engine in the back
We in Cali riding 'round backwards
She gon' let me hit it just
Because she wanna fuck a rapper
If yo life had badges
You would be a Hall of Fame capper
Life just like a book
I'm glad I made it through the bad chapter
I ain't win the finals but I'm
In a room full of winners on riding waves
Really think yo team is full of swimmers
I'll cuff a bitch when that
Nigga KD get the spinners
Seen his lil' roll, boy
We know he spent that on a dinner
Bro don't ever miss
I think it's steady shooter Hall of Fame
See a opp and we gon' turn 300
We gon' let it bang
Shout-out to the bitch that fucked the gang
I won't say yo name reaching for the strap
I think the opps is in the other lane
Telegraming, getting active
Via cryptocurrency connection out in Europe
I been shipping shit to Germany
ShittyBoyz BabyTron
I know this lil' bitch heard of me
Surf and turf
Heard you eating chicken strips
At Burger King
Have my shooter turn his bully on
He a combo guard
Have my shooter turn his fully on
He'll stop yo heart
That secondhand punch line you using
That is not yo bar
I just want some throat, maybe pussy, nah
Not yo heart
I'm not Kevin
Why you mention love? I don't affiliate
I'm not famous but I bet they know me
Probably in yo state i done fed niggas
Now they probably looking at my plate
Pick up at eleven, bitch
You bet not be a minute late
Bitch exotic, weed exotic
Live the Tiger King life
Baby caught me cheating, I'm like
"It ain't what it seem like"
Niggas all on go
I think I'm living with a green light
Whoa, my bitch like Vicky 'cause
She rude and really mean, right?
Filet mignon well done
Where's the Worcestershire sauce?
Racing fuel in the tank, skrrt off
Burn the tires off
He ain't seen the stick, nah, dude
We weren't gon' fight at all
She know I got that rich nut
This lil' bitch tryna ride me raw
Bitch think I'm lying, nah, boo
I only keep it real express ship whatever
Pieces slam like Shareef O'Neal
Really in my rap bag right now
That's a easy mil'
Splashing through this bitch, big drip
Thought my Fiji spill
Huh, scam fiesta
Got some shells since you want some beef
I don't see 'em out
Opps make me feel like I can't see
Huh, she like, "Damn, you that nigga, Dee"
I can put some niggas on yo
Dawg like they a fucking flea
Engine in the back
We in Cali riding 'round backwards
She gon' let me hit it just
Because she wanna fuck a rapper
If yo life had badges
You would be a Hall of Fame capper
Life just like a book
I'm glad I made it through the bad chapter