Corrección Letra H.O par BabyTron

Featuring(s) : Deadeye

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Letra

Ayy
Reuel, stop playing with these n***as
Check, check
Check, check
Check
Check, check, check (Ayy)

Check, woke up, equipped the blicky on me
Yes, b*t*h took the d**k and put a hickey on it
Eating lamb chops up at [?], just threw a billy on her
I'm the type to lay up in yo bushes with a ghillie on me
I got a AR
Wouldn't give a second to me, b*t*h, yeah, I break hearts
Off the Henny, b*t*h, I'm balling, I feel like J.R
Bro Deadeye Hall of Fame, you can't guard
Asked h?r what she liked about me, this b*t*h don? grabbed my d**k
Wocky in my Kool-Aid, I'm in store and I'm jamming chips
Playing with my gang? Boy, this sh*t can get disastrous
Doing 140 on the lodge, I'm Mr. Crash-The-Whip
Goddamn, this was a rental
You be in the middle, play with me? I leave 'em in the spittle
Givenchy tee with the, I'm dripping like a candle
Promise it ain't incidental, pull up, let the fifty hit him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shout-out scamily
Enterprise, they done f**ked around and banned me
UberEats, they done f**ked around and banned me
Goddamn, Walmart done f**ked around and banned me
Expedia, like, sh*t, what you think they did?
Think again, if you dummies thinking, we ain't get it in
I got a white boy shooting sh*t, something like Porzi??is 'em
F**k the curb, this a Hellcat speeding in
When I cash two Rollies, I'm posing with my wrists up
Oh, your girlfriend? Boy, you know I got my d**k sucked
When it's on the floor, boy, you're supposed to pick up
Exotic pop with the Wockhardt, it make me hiccup
How it feel sitting in that blender? One press'll spin you 'round
2012 Billy Trues on, skinny jeans now
Amiri fiend, thinking how I punch these jeans, huh
Off-White plus Heron on, I'm a fiend now
It's crazy you can't stomach what I seen when I was little, man
Got my ex-b*t*h fired off a lil' scam
Her lil' dirty-a**, man, like I give a damn
Got two beats from yo uncle, threw 'em in the spam
You looking at my fists like bullets don't exist
Big warriors 'round me, on my Chris Mullin sh*t
I was sitting back thinking ain't no scams that don't exist
You better have that slapper on you if you coming bony, b*t*h
Getting head with my feet on yo table, drop a sock on it
I'm PJ flying, Wocky in the c*ckpit
Looking at the opps like, "How y'all dropping if we drop sh*t?"
Looking at my b*t*h like, "How you mad at me? She want d**k"
Boo, it's all yours, unless I'm out in Bali with some models
Shout-out to Revive, b*t*h, I'm 'Miri sagging, popping bottles
Her little kitty cat get wet when they ask about us
Scrumble Man Gucci snake stepping, ain't no anacondas
Used to wanna hoop, now I'm shooting scams and coaching plays
How many jacks? How many midrange DeRozan made?
I'm too up now, phone slapping, I'm ignoring hate
B*t*h, I'm in the deep, they just praying that my snorkel break
I heard they wanna kill me, b*t*h, I'm too ready
2020, 2020, yeah, b*t*h, that's two Chevy's
130, I got 40 on me, b*t*h, I'm too heavy
Tron for re-election, lil' b*t*h, I'm dropping two Prezis
This a Fiji Water, I can't drink it out the tap
Your b*t*h freaky, boy, the only the thing you freaking is some blacks
Bro'll line you up like a barber, Tiki for that bag
See the hate in my rifrials, I'm reaching for the bag
I got a little magic, I'll show you some, D.J. Augustin
Gave yo b*t*h a hundred UI cards, like bring them all to me
You asked how I get my money, like, fraudulently
Asking me a question, you get shot, don't talk to me
Triple S stomping, you get popped, don't walk with me
Off your set with my migos, Cardi B
Sit your a** on that bench, you can't ball with me
Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me, b*t*h
Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me, b*t*h
Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me

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