Lyrics Cobra Kai.lrc BabyTron
[id: rrgisqoh]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Megatron]
[ti: Cobra Kai]
[length: 02:18]
[00:07.93]Huh, yeah
[00:08.64]Slide down and strike first like I’m— bitch
[00:10.74]Slide down and strike first like I’m— yeah
[00:14.71]Stupid Dog, I ain’t gon’ lie, this bitch hard
[00:16.56]Bitch
[00:16.88]Slide down and strike first like I’m Cobra Kai
[00:18.86]Dirty pop and a zip of Runtz, boy, you know I’m high
[00:20.99]Cuz throwing fours, know some Bloods out here throwing fives
[00:23.17]Sometimes to win, you gotta gamble, pussy, roll the dice
[00:25.65]Bitch, I’m at the nino with the high-rollers
[00:27.38]Tripping over hoes? No, I’m balanced like a tightroper
[00:30.14]Touch a pendant, boy, your life over
[00:31.52]Dog Shit Militia, slide down, take out five soldiers
[00:34.42]Ain’t a snake, but I’m cold-blooded
[00:35.79]Twelve hours straight, you ain’t really out here road running
[00:38.17]Overnight, through the air, bitch, the ‘bows coming
[00:39.94]Cut up into dog like, “Why you looking like you stole something?”
[00:42.66]What’s in your pockets? Better empty ’em
[00:44.45]I ain’t like the Gucci flops, I had to Fendi ’em
[00:46.44]Rollie time, brodie told Hutch to come and Presi’ him
[00:48.20](That’s that big face, bitch, lil’ stupid boy)
[00:50.46]Doggy ran off, I can’t say what I’ma do to boy
[00:52.51]Gotta play Wes, gotta fuck around and shoot to joy
[00:54.67]Cartier buffalos on like I’m Juice Leroy
[00:56.73]Shooter on a killstreak, might see a damn nuke deploy
[00:58.88]Fuck the haters, boy, I know it hurt they soul to see me win
[01:00.91]I can do a verse, sixteen, that’s an easy ten
[01:03.14]I can tell them buffs kudos with them cheesy lens
[01:05.42]Got on Vlone, but please don’t think we friends
[01:07.81]Doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands
[01:09.86]Sneakerhead, ain’t you see the trunk full of Yeezy, man?
[01:11.56]Jugg tour, head came to me, that’s an easy ham
[01:13.55]3 AM, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance
[01:16.51]I was off a three of Wockiki
[01:17.77]Chops with me, finna drop the tint, pray the opps see me
[01:19.92]Own ten in Greenfield, finna go and drop Fiji
[01:22.09]Can’t go out bad in the verses, I am not Jeezy
[01:24.33]Brodie on the roof, he just popped pill two
[01:26.22]Finna go and blow the Presi’ out, Tron Wilkes Booth
[01:28.37]Brodie hitting shots from the corner, he got skill too
[01:30.69]Dog was with his main mans, he got killed too
[01:32.70]Sad story, can’t be us, bitch, we keep ’em round
[01:34.71]New jack city, all these phones, feel like Nino Brown
[01:36.82]You ain’t got no plays, I got three lines beeping now
[01:39.12]Talking ’bout a foreign, but your car don’t even growl (Yeah)
[01:41.20]Late night riding, late night thinking
[01:43.19]Fuck champagne, celebrating, we be pint drinking
[01:45.26]In the sunlight or when it’s dark, see the ice gleaming
[01:47.36]OT, cops flick me, told ’em I was sightseeing
[01:49.74]Unky in the mountains, no street lights, he high beaming
[01:51.41]Japanese steak, told ’em make sure that the rice seasoned
[01:54.37]Or I’ma smack the shit out the chef
[01:55.71]Dog shit, dog shit, they pissed that I left a mess
[01:58.62]Huh, ShittyBoyz
[02:00.24]Huh, huh, they pissed that I left a mess
[02:03.94]Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck going on
[02:07.61]Smack the shit out the chef
[02:09.25]Told ’em make sure that the rice seasoned
[02:11.38]Out of town, he be high beaming
[02:13.94]Bitch, yeah
[02:14.67]Year of Release: 2022