ミュージックビデオ

BabyTron - Beyond Turnt (Official Visualizer)
{artistName}の{trackName}のミュージックビデオを見る

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
James Johnson IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Getta Beats
Getta Beats
Producer

歌詞

Getta Beats Bitch, yeah What up, Getta? Damn, fuck, shit, yeah We be rolling out like some Autobots, I mean Decepticons BabyTron, she throw the pussy at me then I'm Megatron 201s green, I got a vendor, he from Lebanon Road running, fill the foreign up down at the Chevron Five thousand dollar fit, I give the bitch expensive vibes High as hell getting shoes, I had to guess my size Mike Jordan tendencies, bitch, I'm the best alive Winter 2021, it's apply some pressure time Two-o-one, one-on-one, I'm at the self-scan tweaking (Yeah, hu, huh) Two-o-one, one-on-one, I'm at the self-scan tweaking I ain't gotta throw a jab, I'll have my mans beat him Why you taking pics by that Chally? That's yo mans' Demon If I blow a whistle, guarantee that Stan leave 'em Zip of runtz in these ksubi jeans; it got my pants reeking MacBook, writers, and some (Fyoo), it's a scam meeting Two hunnid dollar joggy, fifty in it, this what scammers do I'll let the hammer loose, fuck around and handle you You be caking with the bitch, I'm finna get my candle blew Jeff cashed the buffs and then I did, that's a scammer view Pouring potion in the Lab, it's getting hazardous Active road runner, on my way to go and jam some chips Bible in the trunk, hope God with me if I crash the whip I'm a scammer, unky in the trap with some slabs and bricks Wide open, game winner, promise I won't pass this bitch Asian off the Cookie, Jeremy Lin in a standard clip I could up some dog shit, I ain't just acting rich Seen you up at Somerset, why you wasn't dragging shit? Flying out Flying out to the Bay Flying to the Bay to link with, huh Flying to the Bay to link with Ghazi, it's a bag coming Hunnid on me, gotta thank God 'cause I ain't have nothing Shooter off a 30, riding 'round tryna crash something Would've thought this bitch a chopstick but it's a handgun, huh Going hard in the paint like Waka, I'm Margiela stepping Why you hating in the comments? Don't you work until eleven? Scratch that, don't you work a motherfucking ten-to-seven? Acting tough? Doggy probably gon' get sent to Heaven Huh, buffs on my face, I ain't bench pressing Huh, five plus with it, Nike Tech veteran Huh, unky wrist golden, swear that he a rec's legend Two thousand dollar fits in high school, I was the best dressing Glocky with the switch, it's fully auto, call it StanWill You don't know yo damn pills, boy, that's a Advil Better lay yo' dumbass down or better stand still It's a stick up, you move a muscle? Get yo' mans killed Pants filled up with dog shit, look like a landfill Doggy out his beans, talking shit gon' get his can peeled On the opps block, they ain't never heard a Lamb' squeal Heavyweight punch title, bitch, I'm the champ still, huh Team full of bullies, beam on the fully Exotic flower on me, please do not swing me no Cookie Bitch, you got a OnlyFans, don't try to swing me no pussy Hutch charms got me cold than a bitch, swing me a hoodie Fuck, I'm cold-hearted, ice in my veins like D'Angelo Fully aim it at his melon, I'll bust his cantaloupe Sucks that you broke, I know you sick you can't reach the antidote Riding on this wave like a pirate? I'll let the cannon blow Huh, ShittyBoyz
Writer(s): Getta Beats, James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out