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(Hokatiwi) "They can't fuck with you, Tron" They can't fuck with me "Man, they can't even fuck with you, Tron" They can't fuck with me "They can't fuck with you, Tron" They can't fuck with me "They can't fuck with you, Tron" They can't fuck with me, can they? That's a dumbass question, we know they can't fuck with me Ha, this shit too easy Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking doo Looking in the mirror like, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues Voice in my head saying, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Ha-ha, on God they can't fuck with me Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty) All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me Made a hunnid by myself, they can't fuck with me My teacher thought that I was slow as fuck I ain't need math to touch twenty, bitch, I'm going up (Bing) Feeling like a MOAB, bitch, I'm blowing up Twenty-five kills through this bitch, shooter going nuts Granny yelling like, "Tron, why you leave the porch?" (Why?) Had to get my head in the game, EA Sports (Ha) If it's online, huh, then it's free for sure Bitch playing games, I am not a PS4 (Bitch) Grabbed a hunnid jacks off an Android Two straps on me, leave 'em wet like I'm Blastoise Stop sending me them links, you ass, boy Told that bitch give me space like an asteroid (Give me space) In the kitchen cooking up like I'm Based God Bro shooting opps in real life, he don't play COD Money mission, money mission, feel like James Bond Look at yourself, I can't beef with no gay bop (I can't) Get the fuck off my phone, I'm embossing a piece (Woo) Stan quarterback to back so I'm Austin in T (Woo) If you plan on offing me then you off of the beans Hopping on this wave? You gon' probably get lost in the sea (Bye) Can't remember last time that I got a favor (I can't) Scoring off the turn arounds like a shot creator (Turn around) If the steak fucked up, I'ma pop the waiter AR'll put him in a suit like a commentator Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking doo Looking in the mirror like, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues Voice in my head saying, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Ha-ha, on God they can't fuck with me Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty) All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me Made a hunnid by myself, they can't fuck with me Just punched three X's, Tentacion Said he gon' kill me but he probably won't (He won't) Bitch knocking stores out, call her "Holly Holm" Jugging with some gel in my hair, call me "Bobby Jones" (On God) Ha-ha, Shawn Michaels, I'm a heartbreaker (Woo) I'm just chilling like a villain, feel like Darth Vader Been scoring OT, I'm the star player Put a bullet in his atrium, fuck a heart grazer Hitmonlee, stick got mega kick Beyblade chop, up the stick and I'll let it rip Rolling out with that shot like I set a pick Real backwards shit, checked his temp then I left him sick (Ha) In the store itching bad, I'm a fraud addict (Woop) Good punch from Hawaii, this bitch volcanic Shock his ass like I'm Raiden, I want all static If the punch green, Hulk smash, I'ma cause havoc (Hulk smash) Big chop, do I look like I'm 'bout to fight? (Do I?) Passive mode with this VPN, I'm out of sight (I'm out of there) Hibernating in my bag, this my thousandth night Fucked up a thousand sites 'fore I got a thousand likes (On God) Just made ten three times, feel like Jokić (Triple double) Bitch said I'm broke, who dick she smoking? Off the scam potion, in my zone, bitch, I'm focused You're a super ham, bitch, stop trying to act heroic Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking doo Looking in the mirror like, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues Voice in my head saying, "Tron, they can't fuck with you" Ha-ha, on God they can't fuck with me Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty) All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me Made a hunnid by myself, they can't fuck with me Ooh, say some shit I ain't heard before (Please) You can't hide in the crib, this a thermal scope (There he go) Walk in the strip, hoes know I'm turnt for sure Dukes said it's obstacles so I had to hurdle those (On God) I'm just tryna get rich and maybe fuck Karrueche (Ayy, ayy) If it's money back there, I'ma bust a U-ey (Skrrt-skrrt) Bump yo head with a bullet if you bump into me In ATL jacked up while I'm bumping Gucci Ha-ha, no cap, y'all cannot fuck with me I'm undefeated with this shit I damn near time traveled with this shit I'm in a different dimension, catch up, man This shit too easy, like, for real Too fucking easy, it's BabyTron and I'm out Ha-ha, bitch Ayy, ayy
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, James Johnson, Hokatiwi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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