|
Getting Off Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
[BabyTron:]
ShittyBoyz Ayy, it ain't Fortnite but my circle getting small Got Visas, had to trade in the basketball Hoes choosing, guess I'm the man after all Iced up, sticked up, niggas play for Montreal [StanWill:] Construction crew, how my niggas knock down the mall Swipe this, punch that, I done broke a lot of laws Told coach throw me in the game, it's my time to ball Broke, bummy, and hating, that's a lot of y'all [BabyTron:] Pockets fat, bitch, high cholesterol Bro'll put one in yo ass if you get involved Pussy wet, jump in, that's a cannonball Ninety-nine, nigga, that's my pieces overall [StanWill:] Still sleeping on the gang? They off TYLENOL But when we blow, they gon' be the first on our balls Bro keep two straps on him like he wearing overalls Been balling on these niggas 'fore I even touched a ball [BabyTron:] Feel like Lillard with the rock, bitch, I'm too clutch Dislike a nigga song, I don't give two fucks Hang around dogs, nigga, you'll get chewed up Go ahead and go buy yo Blacks with yo two bucks [StanWill:] All these dubs in my pocket, I can't lose once All these scams, let go, tryna sue us If it's a play on the floor, watch me suit up Bet if yo bitch had to choose, she would choose us [BabyTron:] Balling hard, ask coach, "Can I move up?" Robins on now, I used to be True'd up Dropped a four in the pop, almost threw up High as hell, jumped in the Robins and flew up [StanWill:] Word to Dee, I bought too much, huh Brought the roll out, keep yo boo tucked, huh Perping on the 'net, you can't fool us When cause slide [?] with a stick like two nuts [BabyTron:] Bitch, I ball for the money, ain't no exhibition And I'm finna hit the road, this a expedition My shooter don't miss shots, I swear he so efficient I'm known for reeling in the hams, something like it's fishing [StanWill:] Huh, real nigga, I'm the definition Niggas all talk, giving speeches like a politician In my own race 'cause in my eyes it ain't no competition When I say I loaded up, I'm not talking 'bout ammunition [BabyTron:] Oh, you ain't seen the sneaks? These a new edition Got the game on lock, Ric Flair with the submission Look up "Punch God", nigga, I'm the definition Bro pass the bitch down court like it's transition [StanWill:] Good Bible in my pocket, bitch, I feel Christian Pass the play to my mans, call that "court vision" Put my life in these bars like I'm in prison I can teach you how to make ten in ten minutes [BabyTron:] Me and [?:] we stepping in Balenciagas [?:] boys, Big B's, I don't rock with Sada Keep a stick, I ain't swinging for no piñata Jump stupid? Call, that's my top shotta [StanWill:] Back shots, pull her ponytail yelling, "Bitch, yaga" Throwing brain for tuition, you would think the bitch a scholar I been tryna run me up a check since I was a toddler Stay tuned, we gon' blow soon, that's on my mama [BabyTron:] Do I got the giffies? Do you got a brain? Come on now, my shit punch like it's Roman Reigns Robins on my ass, I'd rather fly in these than catch a plane Put holes in him like a strainer, watch his noodles drain [StanWill:] Limp with that roll in my pocket, I need a cane Bitch got popped through her top, call her "Champagne" Bitch, I stay with bread, nickname should be "Whole Grain" Always been a cool nigga, ice up my veins [BabyTron:] TrDee in the back pushing up his glasses Please take them buffs off 'cause them bitches plastic I need to stop loading up 'cause I be skipping classes Allen Iverson with the mic, what the fuck is practice? [StanWill:] Good dope in Wonderland, call him "Alice" Niggas tryna brawl 'cause we ball, Malice at the Palace You can catch me hopping on my green like a praying mantis It ain't shit to get a nigga shocked, you don't want static |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |