Bitch, yeah
Sipping Activis, I ain't playing, yeah
Sipping Activis, I, yeah
Sipping Activis, ayy
What? You ain't seen real VV? yeah
What? You ain't seen real VVS?
Unky made a hundred out the Greenfield CVS
Ex bitch down bad
Surprised she ain't need me yet
Amiri jeans, B22s, I know you see me wet
Buffs on, bodybuilder, bitch
You gon' see me flex
Red and blue tint on the lens, this a 3D set
Hit Chase with a fluke, that's a easy check
Stack it up, young dawg, you can't be me yet
At this point I don't talk
The beat talk to me if I don't scoop girly
Bet that she gon' walk to me
Punch God, made a quick dub off a piece
Cuz damn near got a kеnnel
Bully off the leash
I ain't lying, got thе, and we got the yeah
Traffic light pints, green, yellow
And we got some red
In my Vlone with the fam
I ain't got no friends
Paranoid, woke up out my sleep
Damn near shot the bed
Shooting moves, whip tinted
I'm just blowing Cookie
If we catch doggy in traffic
We gon' get to blowing fully
I ain't got a heart
My baby had to go and Chrome the hoodie
Star player, swear to God that I was
Feeling GOAT as rookie
Smiling at the top, I proved everybody wrong
When you down, I swear to God
It feel like everybody gone
Backwood, Backwood, bitch, everybody blown
Ice, ice, everybody froze
You better get a lawnmower, everybody snaking
Reminiscing ‘bout the past, like
Everybody changing
ShittyBoyz, we in the club, bitch
Everybody raining
One thing you gotta know is
Not everybody make it
Not everybody famous, not everybody greatness
Waited on my time
You gotta know not everybody patient
Trackhawks, Hellcats
It look like everybody racing
Whole gang look Asian, bitch
Everybody facing million dollar thoughts
Billion dollar dreams if the team down two
Best believe I got a three
Two thousand dollar SBs
You cannot rock these sneaks
In my ‘Miris off a ten, I ain't popping jeans
They don't hear me though, mask up, Mysterio
Talking ‘bout his bitch fucking?
Well that's yo theory, bro
On the road irritated at that Siri ho
PUA baller, I can tell that you clearly broke
Quite frankly I can tell that
You need some help
Yeah, the dubs feel good, but dude
You gon' see some Ls
Pull up with a chop chalupa clip
Make him eat a shell
Caught doggy in my ashtray
Tryna reach for tails i don't sell weed
You want some? Better bring a scale
Back door season, slide through
We ain't ring his bell
Quick ten, seven off of
Other three from Zelle told my bitch
"We going shopping when the
Lady bring the mail"
I can't be fucked with on a bad day
Even one of them, I wake up and I bag chase
Heartbreak kid
I'll leave her with a sad face
Tryna keep up? Boy
Yo' dumbass in last place
Tryna keep up? Boy
You need to get yo' shit together
Charged up two times, lil' bitch
The whip a Tesla so much ice on my body
Damn near switch the weather
Gang and ‘nem'll, and flip the clip wherever
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Heart Break Kid - BabyTron
