Karate Buddy (feat. BabyTron)

Energy made this one (alright) What up, Tron? KrispyLife You fuck with rats? You might as well be Stuart Little Tron 'bout to do some bullshit and I'ma do it with him You taxing and I'm cheap, just meet me in the middle Picking up a hunnid racks, just me and Tizzle Dripping in my Mike Amiris, you might see my jeans drizzling Cuz up the drum, fuck around and leave yo team crippled Star player, get the shot off less than three dribbles Surf and turf, need the biggest portion, I don't eat little Between me and bro, this like a thousand some carats If Britney don't let me fuck then I'ma hump Sharon Shoot a nigga wedding day up like, boy, fuck marriage I'm all for the beef around this bitch like fuck lettuce Try and square up? I'ma up weapon 5,000 for the feature, triple for a punch lesson Widebody with the V12, I can't come second 201 credit sold out, I had to come debit I got bricks in the fender too Dawg cross me the wrong way? He in a blender too My son only four and his room got a kitchen too The booth in my basement big as hell, it got a kitchen too Russian rifle spitting crazy like it got a missing tooth Same scam ten times, this old man a nincompoop Whip fast as hell, watch this bitch go "poof!" He gon' need God when I stomp him in these Christian Loubs The next nigga gon' need the pope Bitch, don't just wipe my dick off, you better use some soap I think this nigga tryna steal from me, gotta move the loaf I keep shooting the opps' cars up, they gon' need a boat But that will not make me stop shooting Gun big as hell, make the Titanic stop moving I really love the dubs like I'm not losing Make the freak bitch bless me like I achoo'd it Every song, every hook, every beat, I chewed it Widebody 2021, I am not moving (okay) Chess player, not to mention that I'm in here Louis stepping Lights, camera, action, hit his block and we'll movie set it White boys, they ain't lighting woods, this a doobie section ShittyBoyz, lab takeover, it's a dookie session Jag run, running out the crib, throwing on my Crocs Three-five of shh, it don't matter, blowing on my opps Late night at yo crib, yo bitch blowing off my socks 50 sticks beamed up, leave him with some polka dots Nocturnal, 4 a.m., on the opps' block Turn a cream into a black cherry, this a Wock' pop Thinking that he big? Turned his truck into a drop-top Shot him coming out the door, he heard a knock-knock