BabyTron, TrDee - Sizzle Talk lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Sizzle Talk lyrics]
(Shit, that's a Danny G beat) ayy, ayy
(Damn, JakeSand) huh, yeah, okay
Range limitless, aim, finish him
If I pass the bag, I might get flashed
Jason Williams chasing millions
You chase a bitch with fake Brazilians
Bitches favorites words when they see me
"Ain't that really him?"
I'ma call habibi, if it's problems
He gon' bomb his ass
Stainless-ass weapon but the 'Miris
I just dropped some ash
Fried crab legs from Japan
These exotic snacks
Backwards-ass songs, you be lying
Need a gown and cap
In a Hellcat, see a bag? I'ma pounce on that
Really like that, if I fall
I'ma bounce right back
Lil' bitch head knock me out
Think I found my match
Me and gang having drip wars
We might drown in Saks
762s point-blank, you can't counter that
Touchdown from a trip
Got the money counter pape'
You don't know the sound of that
I could probably punch a phone quicker
Than you count a stack
Pull up to the scene
PRPs off the Bathing Ape
Think you allergic to the money
You ain't touching pape'
Mama like, "Why you got a gun?"
I say it's for the hate
I can't help you with yo problems
Call that nigga "Jason"
Smoking on some thrax, Turtle Pie
You cannot match with me turn around, baby
Throw it back and make it clap for me
Need about seven for a verse
I do not rap for free
Heard you got that hell up in yo head, girl
I gotta see
I don't gotta tap but I'm stamped
I don't need a letter
Bro, what pressure? That shit like a feather
You can thank moi when you see
Her head is getting better
Huh, two hoes, we finna have a double header
I don't gotta cap when I rap
I speak on what I did
It don't take more than a stack
To knock 'em off the grid
Starting to think this bitch a cannibal
She like to swallow kids
I don't wanna listen to yo songs
You always telling fibs
Full court pressing all year, 94 Feet
I75 burnt, it's a 94 week if we get caught
Bet not point yo finger towards me
If you got the BIN that I got
Every store green chop with the monkey nuts
Gorilla Glue it to my hip
One shot leave him baldheaded
Billups out the clip
Bitch, I got big splash
Could go fishing in the drip
Whole state going up
Really sizzling up the Mitt
(Damn, JakeSand) huh, yeah, okay
Range limitless, aim, finish him
If I pass the bag, I might get flashed
Jason Williams chasing millions
You chase a bitch with fake Brazilians
Bitches favorites words when they see me
"Ain't that really him?"
I'ma call habibi, if it's problems
He gon' bomb his ass
Stainless-ass weapon but the 'Miris
I just dropped some ash
Fried crab legs from Japan
These exotic snacks
Backwards-ass songs, you be lying
Need a gown and cap
In a Hellcat, see a bag? I'ma pounce on that
Really like that, if I fall
I'ma bounce right back
Lil' bitch head knock me out
Think I found my match
Me and gang having drip wars
We might drown in Saks
762s point-blank, you can't counter that
Touchdown from a trip
Got the money counter pape'
You don't know the sound of that
I could probably punch a phone quicker
Than you count a stack
Pull up to the scene
PRPs off the Bathing Ape
Think you allergic to the money
You ain't touching pape'
Mama like, "Why you got a gun?"
I say it's for the hate
I can't help you with yo problems
Call that nigga "Jason"
Smoking on some thrax, Turtle Pie
You cannot match with me turn around, baby
Throw it back and make it clap for me
Need about seven for a verse
I do not rap for free
Heard you got that hell up in yo head, girl
I gotta see
I don't gotta tap but I'm stamped
I don't need a letter
Bro, what pressure? That shit like a feather
You can thank moi when you see
Her head is getting better
Huh, two hoes, we finna have a double header
I don't gotta cap when I rap
I speak on what I did
It don't take more than a stack
To knock 'em off the grid
Starting to think this bitch a cannibal
She like to swallow kids
I don't wanna listen to yo songs
You always telling fibs
Full court pressing all year, 94 Feet
I75 burnt, it's a 94 week if we get caught
Bet not point yo finger towards me
If you got the BIN that I got
Every store green chop with the monkey nuts
Gorilla Glue it to my hip
One shot leave him baldheaded
Billups out the clip
Bitch, I got big splash
Could go fishing in the drip
Whole state going up
Really sizzling up the Mitt