BARKIN' - BabyTron：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

BARKIN'

63

Hip-Hop/Rap

BARKIN'は、アルバム『』の一部として2026年2月27日にThe Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIREによりリリースされましたOut On Bond Again

曲の詳細

アルバムOut On Bond Again

リリース日2026年2月27日

レーベルThe Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE

LanguageEnglish

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM119

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BabyTron

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

James Johnson IV

James Johnson IV

Composer

Bernabe Rivas

Composer

Kasper Mølgaard-Andersen

Kasper Mølgaard-Andersen

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Getta Beats

Producer

Sune Beats

Producer

Stefan Daniel Mitroi

Stefan Daniel Mitroi

Mixing Engineer

MarleyBeatz

Recording Engineer

歌詞

[Intro]

Getta Beats

Yeah

I wish bro could FaceTime me but we off the

I wish bro could FaceTime me but we, yeah

[Verse 1]

I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we off the GTL

I'm on I-69 like I brought a CDL

Think he Bandman Kevo, he just bought a BBL

Get your ass whipped in fashion, I'll swing this BB belt

I got my bitch beatin' dog up like Aspen

He think he took a Perc, that's some dog pressed on aspirins

I'm talkin' straight into the wall, bro, be crashin'

My number one rule is give your all, don't do half- it

[Verse 2]

Golf range in the A, I be at Bobby Jones

I see the blurs on her pics, to hide her body rolls

All that cock blocking, point dog to a hockey goal

The mitten cold, keep the V runnin' like a snotty nose

[Verse 3]

This bitch cost me twelve Audi's

This ain't no ordinary kitty, it's a hell doggy

Eleven blunts in roto, can you spell foggy?

Fuzz by the window early mornin' like he sell coffee

Drop shit militia hit his top, he droppin' dog tags

Kill confirmed, that's what you call that

Change my jack, ain't nobody in, call us back

Yo bitch glued to my dick like my ballsack

Y'all dirty ass need to throw a shower party

Snow bunnies in here tryna have a powder party

Shut it down quick, they only had a hour party

Hurricane warnin' up in Hutch, I'll drown the Carti's

Droppin' checks, got more glass than a windshield

DPD gon' have to chase me down to Pittsfield

Why this hand tryna bark, I never seen a pimp squeal

Ho tryna keep this shit a hunnid like her tits real

[Verse 4]

Actin' like you Master P but ain't C Murder

Lifestyle its a dream, we some team workers

Chef Grizz, I go lamb, not no beef burger

I ain't gotta pay my hitta shit, he a free lurker

Mask, check, gloves, check, boy, we'll wipe your ass

Feel like his world ending, doggy in his Mayan bag

Paul Goldschmidt, I'll pull up with that diamond back

I ain't pull my phone out, but I'm writin' tracks

Lil' freak chasing 'round a nut, Scrat

I just made a twenty quick like a touch back

Mirror tint, TRX, got the truck wrapped

I could up a milli' right now, fun fact

This ho talkin' 'bout some love, I don't trust that

I'm fresh off the road, check the bug splat

I don't wanna throw no ones, where the huns at?

Knock the heart out your chest, fuck a love tap

[Verse 5]

Bitch, you bald-headed, where that frontal go?

Bars got me slow like a undeveloped frontal lobe

TNT'll turn your crib into a bungalow

I get my clown on like a fuckin' juggalo

Mitten baby, corned beef on the onion roll

Oh, you talkin' onions? Where the fuck the Tor browser?

I'm one up on him, he a underscore

Got a turtle on my back, you can call me Lord Bowser

Why she think she plugged in? I'll pull the cord out her

I was punchin' Saks Fifth, leavin' out a fourth hour

Sausage party, get y'all boys Morehousin'

2026, I need more whips and more houses

Fuzz catch a brick and go shave, Ilgauskas

That ain't ever do shit, why you still poutin'?

He finna bleed out, why he still shoutin'?

They ain't ever shot a human, they just go and kill houses

[Verse 6]

My left pocket Lizzo, right one Jilla

I'll make ten if I write one nilla

Go and check your clock, yeah, the time's up, silly

I don't know about your watch, but mine's $150,000

You ain't bring nothin' to the table, you can't get a fork

My whip need a full ride, throw this bitch in sport

Thought they had me locked out, but my foot in the door

Why you playin'? Fuzz in the bush at your door, $hitty Boys

[Outro]

Dog $hit Milita, long live $cam, RIP Chris

THHL shit, you hip skip? You know the script

Wipe your ass, boys, clear that tab, clan, huh, yeah

Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, aye, aye

Written by: Bernabe Rivas, James Johnson IV, Kasper Mølgaard-Andersen

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