[Intro: BabyTron]
Whew, ayy
This recordin’
Ayy
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
All the food in the spot, we done turned it to a banquet
Money, money, dollar, dollar, skrill, that’s my language
Thompson and Saccone, I might switch up to the Asics
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
Switch a nigga up, he was slippin’ in the Matrix (You’re not making this easy, Kyle)
Cheese in my pocket, I ain’t no Freemasons
Snow bunny hunter, f**k around and be a racist
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I can’t f**k with him, he givin’ information to the agents
I seen him comin’ out the station
[Verse 4: Certified Trapper]
Slide down his block, fap, hit him, get vacationed
Sesame chicken, got me tryna f**k that Asian
Third wheel with y’all b**ch, she ablation
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Coupe from outer space and think that we invading
Whole gang gettin’ paid, this sh*t must be contagious
We the favorites when y’all go and play some bets in Vegas
[Verse 6: Certified Trapper]
If you try to strip me, I’ma send your ass to heaven gates
Beat the f**k out you like anime
2024, fast sh*t, it’s not a centipede
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
How the f**k you legendary, you never had no accolades
Harder to find than a needle in a stack of hay
[Verse 8: Certified Trapper]
Look at lil’ b**ch suckin’ up for the afterpay
I can have a lil’ birdie on yo’ ass for a rack a day
I just let the perky melt all the way down for the aftertaste
[Verse 9: BabyTron]
I was broke down bad til that package gang
I just poured a four with purple hoping it’d attack the pain
All season max my shot out, I had to add some ring
If you took my job at being pilot, you would crash the plane
Everything bust nowadays
But if I see that rose gold prezzy thang, I’ma cash it plain
[Verse 10: Certified Trapper]
Next Lamborghini truck, I see, I’ma hit the bank
Lil’ b**ch call me over, I ain’t f**k, that b**ch is jank
All these hoes, clowns, and you kissin’ the face, I paint
30 milligrams, not a clue, a eight, I drank
[Verse 11: Certified Trapper]
b**ch, I’m grumpy, I ain’t in the mood
In the car playin’ Reezy, get greasy with six twos
If you on tight, no, go knock yo’ sh*t loose
[Verse 12: BabyTron]
Had a big mouth, now he talkin’ with a chip tooth
Rilla in that jungle, it ain’t sh*t to let them chimps loose
Certified sippin’ on some Morty, rockin’ Rick shoes
Fetty Wap [?] turn some fish food
[Verse 13: Certified Trapper]
Brodie you up and slam you on yo’ ass like you Zissou
Follow any car from the venue, we gon’ blink you
.223s, wet his ass up, rip his tissue
Hey, where the motherf**kin’ cough, I gotta hit you
You was real tough, I brought it in there with yo’ pistol
[Verse 14: BabyTron]
My vision clear, I’m talkin’ crystal
Coach tryin’ the next chain, might be a whistle
Hell Kitty smoke, LEDs for the whiskers
Talkin’ about some loud, he pulled up with some whispers
[Verse 15: Certified Trapper]
You are not invited, we on Metro Pass
I don’t know what the f**k wrong, we done spanked his ass
Where the ambulance, I just stretched his ass
Nigga pulled up with short money, done blessed his ass