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"911, what's your emergency?" "Uh, hi, we need help sir BabyTron came to the mall with the fire BINs and left it scorching We need you to send the fire department ASAP Please, please" ShittyBoyz Whoa, BabyTron, where this energy come from? I been charged up, use yo' brain, you fucking dumb dumb I got some shit in this clip that you would run from Got a play, told the plug, "Meet me at one sum'" (I'm on my way) Apple worker on the road, I got five phones I got some shit that make 'em jump like it's Sky Zone Bitch seen the long sleeve, left her ass mind blown On the road for three days, I'm in a different time zone Throwing jabs? You get popped, this ain't Summer Slam Code talking with the plug, you wouldn't understand Lil' bitch dumb as hell, she fucked another ham One day the ShittyBoyz gon' be rocking Summer Jam Push a button, you get cooked like a microwave RIP lil' Chris, he made me feel some type of way Speaking down on bro? Now you got a price to pay If I catch his ass then God has a life to save Oh, you crispy off the fake Trues and fake Loubs? On the 'Gram flashing fake buffs and fake blues And yo' ear turning green off the fake screws Oh, you kill now? Let me guess, you made the fake news Face card on fire, grab the cheese out of Meijer's Robin jeans all week, who the fuck is flyer? Get the ass from her then I'm spinning like a dryer I'm the boss, lil' bitch, they come to me to get higher Thrusted every day, I ain't have to go to prom Dukes raised a real one, shout-out to my moms Ran it up in Cleveland, feeling like LeBron Getting sunny outside, so I had to punch a dime Slip on my sauce? You gon' fall and break yo' neck Yo' bitch broke her neck too off the heavy check If you catch me in the whip, I'm cooling in a Nike tech Balmain sagging, seventh grade, I used to rock the Mets Good orders, grab the package off the porch Dude was talking loose and then he got his ass scorched F-F-Fire BINs, bitch, I'm something like the Human Torch Skinny nigga so I'ma let the bullets do the horse Asking for a punch? You get punched in yo' shit Bro blowing heads if he jumps in the mix Red bottoms on, I had stun in the kicks Jugging shit, man, I made a bunch off the list Skywalking so I'm feeling like I'm Anakin Fucked up Saks, could've cashed the fucking mannequin Ham sent his last money, probably got him panicking Play my role, get the neck then a nigga vanishing We the reason they got warnings on the touchpad Waste management, I'm probably where the dumps at Margielas on, zip me up like a lunch pack Hollows hit like Ari, just step the fuck back Check the forecast, it's supposed to rain giffies Baby, I'm on the road, you know I stay busy The Devil in my ear, he said he'll help me make 50 I just pray to God every night that he stays with me It ain't shit to pick you off like you Manziel How you real but wasn't there when yo' mans fell? Decline what? My pieces hit like Chuck Liddell Oh, you swipe that? It really doesn't ring a bell You're a rookie, you got zero like you Jayson Tatum Runners on and you know Balenciaga made 'em Dee had the hoes choosing, that's probably why they hate him Got a Drac' with the Clippers, I'll send bro to fade him On everything I love, you not touching me How you gon' slide when yo' tank touching E? Oh, I'm broke? You must be tripping off the Russian Cream ShittyBoyz, real boys, you know that's the fucking team Yeah Man, that shit was too easy Bitch Let me spell "GOAT" for you real quick B-A-B-Y-T-R-O-N I'm out this bitch ShittyBoyz
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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