BabyTron, TrDee - Sink or Swim lyrics

BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[BabyTron, TrDee - Sink or Swim lyrics]

(Damn, JakeSand) shittyBoyz

Thousand dollar mic
You can probably hear me think
Only face za, bougie bitch don't wanna drink
Roll full of blues
You might see a couple pink
Tryna ride the wave? I hope
You ready if you sink
Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out
The I salute
Told her I'm the one but always
Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through

Running dog shit up
The only way is towards a million
Runtz turned me to a Skywalker
Got some force up in me
Shoot through whatever
Feel like Kobe with the torn achilles
Catch me jack catching in yo hood
I got bored with giffies
Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this bitch
I got scorers with me
Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind
These sorta fit me
Two thousand beans, he ain't
Gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty
I think all my opps forgot that
I got the torch in Ypsi

I'ma see a mil' before I'm fifty
I can run it up, I do it swiftly
Huh, left that nigga red
We named him "Trippie"
Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies

It ain't no one hitter quitter
BINs smack for combos
At the self-scanner dunking chips
Bismack Biyombo
Bitch said I'm cheating like I swear
I been at the condo
Sent her on jack trip and told that bitch
"Stack 'em pronto"

Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come
Through in a clutch
Niggas broke for Christmas
Tell yo mama that you need a crutch
If my bitch look through my phone
She gon' beat me up
Seen he had a little dilly chain
Got my piece from Hutch
I caught him out with girly
That's not his bitch
Flat booty bitch, I won't ever switch
Big Balenciaga Track2s
She can't spell my kicks flashy fucker
I'll up some blues for the hell of it
Baby, let me get between
They won't know I hit
Dawg swear he getting money
I ain't notice it
New method hit for 2K, this bitch so legit
That lil' bitch got a hunnid bodies
You was 'posed to hit i really had her in a
Room hitting notes and shit
You ain't never shot a
Gun but posting sticks
A hunnid dollar eighth
You don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol
You don't tote this blick

Bitch, ayy a hundred dollar eighth
You don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol
You don't tote this blick ayy, ShittyBoyz

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