BabyTron, TrDee - Tekken 5 lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Tekken 5 lyrics]
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah
I can't spill the sauce
They gon' run with the recipe
Ride around with demons
I don't know why God blessing me
Thousand dollar Nike SBs
You don't step in these
If it ain't pape' then you blocked, bitch
Why you texting me?
Pull up, hit his top, now it's rest in peace
Boy, that's lead to yo head
If you testing me tripping in the Mitten
Next week it's Venice Beach it's 2021
You should bust the play instead of leech
Hard body, stand tall like I'm Tacko Fall
He talked shit behind yo back
That is not yo dawg
Boy, you touch a hair on me?
Bet a shot go off
Crunchy in thе booth, cheese on me
This that nacho talk
Backwood and cranberry Evеrfresh to
Clean my system
He jumped from the porch to the streets
We gon' leave him in 'em
They thought I drowned in the deep end
I know they peep me swimming
Amiri jeans, bitch
I drip sauce like a piece of chicken
Where the cool clerks at?
I'm tryna slide PS5
Baby pussy really knock me out
Call it "Tekken 5"
He was just riding down the block
He ain't even slide getting to it 25
8, I ain't never tired
We'll drop numbers on his block
Just like it's number streets
We damn near the coldest group
How you ain't heard of me?
Huh, if balling was a crime
They'll murder me
Still ten toes when the Devil
Tried to corner me
Jab once, jab twice, told 'em not me
Like all my hoes' face pretty, head sloppy
I been running to the top like I'm Rocky
Know all my songs really fire like a Taki
I'm in the crib counting chicken
Eating Mighty Wings
For a couple slips I bet she'd
Do a lot of things
He can't hit a note but I
Bet he'll let his choppa sing
He ain't got a car but he done
Went to Hutch and got some bling
He don't even scam and got the nerve
To ask me for a method
Team player, I'ma pass first, bitch
I'm scoring second
Every bitch he cuff be a runner
What a poor selection
Play with me and gang? Guarantee
He heading towards a medic
Real life, no cap
Fabrication? I don't do it
In that supercharge thing
You can catch me somewhere zooming
Avoiding love, if I see him out
Send a shot at Cupid
Shout-out to them hard times, boy
My hustle got me through 'em
Shout-out to the studios
Making music got me through it
I can't believe shit you say, bae
You gotta prove it
If I see a new jam scammer
I'ma really lose it
You been doing this shit since sixteen
Shoebox approving
Got 360s but I've also never ride a wave
Stay putting trust in these hoes? Boy
You really brave know she got a couple hoes
You just gotta be the fave
Why you wanna spend it for the
Rainy days? You gotta save
I can't spill the sauce
They gon' run with the recipe
Ride around with demons
I don't know why God blessing me
Thousand dollar Nike SBs
You don't step in these
If it ain't pape' then you blocked, bitch
Why you texting me?
Pull up, hit his top, now it's rest in peace
Boy, that's lead to yo head
If you testing me tripping in the Mitten
Next week it's Venice Beach it's 2021
You should bust the play instead of leech
Hard body, stand tall like I'm Tacko Fall
He talked shit behind yo back
That is not yo dawg
Boy, you touch a hair on me?
Bet a shot go off
Crunchy in thе booth, cheese on me
This that nacho talk
Backwood and cranberry Evеrfresh to
Clean my system
He jumped from the porch to the streets
We gon' leave him in 'em
They thought I drowned in the deep end
I know they peep me swimming
Amiri jeans, bitch
I drip sauce like a piece of chicken
Where the cool clerks at?
I'm tryna slide PS5
Baby pussy really knock me out
Call it "Tekken 5"
He was just riding down the block
He ain't even slide getting to it 25
8, I ain't never tired
We'll drop numbers on his block
Just like it's number streets
We damn near the coldest group
How you ain't heard of me?
Huh, if balling was a crime
They'll murder me
Still ten toes when the Devil
Tried to corner me
Jab once, jab twice, told 'em not me
Like all my hoes' face pretty, head sloppy
I been running to the top like I'm Rocky
Know all my songs really fire like a Taki
I'm in the crib counting chicken
Eating Mighty Wings
For a couple slips I bet she'd
Do a lot of things
He can't hit a note but I
Bet he'll let his choppa sing
He ain't got a car but he done
Went to Hutch and got some bling
He don't even scam and got the nerve
To ask me for a method
Team player, I'ma pass first, bitch
I'm scoring second
Every bitch he cuff be a runner
What a poor selection
Play with me and gang? Guarantee
He heading towards a medic
Real life, no cap
Fabrication? I don't do it
In that supercharge thing
You can catch me somewhere zooming
Avoiding love, if I see him out
Send a shot at Cupid
Shout-out to them hard times, boy
My hustle got me through 'em
Shout-out to the studios
Making music got me through it
I can't believe shit you say, bae
You gotta prove it
If I see a new jam scammer
I'ma really lose it
You been doing this shit since sixteen
Shoebox approving
Got 360s but I've also never ride a wave
Stay putting trust in these hoes? Boy
You really brave know she got a couple hoes
You just gotta be the fave
Why you wanna spend it for the
Rainy days? You gotta save