Lyrics Paul Bearer.lrc BabyTron
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[ar: BabyTron]
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[ti: Paul Bearer]
[length: 02:29]
[00:00.07](Enrgy made this one)
[00:02.27]Smoking-, oh my God
[00:04.64]Smoking Swisher leaves ’cause the Backwoods fucked up
[00:07.17]Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I’m Hutch’d up
[00:09.48]Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain’t luck up
[00:11.88]Three sixth of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff
[00:14.63]Touchdown, that’s a six out here, hut, hut
[00:16.73]So many Dunks in my closet, don’t know what’s what
[00:19.08]Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezys into Foam Runners
[00:21.56]Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner
[00:23.92]Three five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder
[00:26.37]High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter
[00:28.72]I’ll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage
[00:31.26]On the block with the big B’s, I think the hood buzzing
[00:33.50]Shoot the baby Drac’ one hand, it got the wood jumping
[00:36.07]Rap star, you might catch me somewhere in yo’ hood clutching
[00:38.63]Walked out crispy, feeling like I’m Kidd today
[00:40.46]Doing 60, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit the brakes
[00:43.26]Ain’t a shovel, P90, it’s gon’ dig his grave
[00:45.51]Deuce in my Gatorade, I’m shooting tryna win the game
[00:47.79](Phew, ayy)
[00:50.03]Trackhawk damn near broke my neck tryna take off
[00:52.72]Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the Jakes off
[00:54.97]2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off
[00:57.52]Dealership, new whip, I told ’em take the brakes off
[00:59.83]When brodie slide, it’s a hit like a Drake song
[01:02.14]Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce
[01:04.73]On my way to it right now, I can’t wait long
[01:07.19]Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you’re losing
[01:09.69]Look at yo’ bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing
[01:12.09]Look at yo’ shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling?
[01:14.46]Bitch, let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid
[01:16.86]We gon’ pop him in his Cartis if he think he buff
[01:18.93]Orange and brown Yeezy 350s, look like Reese Cups
[01:21.64]Doggie can’t buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs
[01:24.04]Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut
[01:26.22]Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block
[01:28.77]Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch
[01:30.98]Spilling Wock’s on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks
[01:33.40]Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting ’bout a thot
[01:37.34]Can’t relate though
[01:38.30]Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos
[01:40.57]Seen my one opp, I ain’t say shit, I gave him halo
[01:42.96]Mike Amiris, bitch see my jeans like, “Where they make those?”
[01:46.17]Maison Margiela, I got paint toes
[01:47.77]Bankroll so fucking big that it can’t fold
[01:50.13]Hunnid tucked, if I get caught, that’s the case closed
[01:52.80]You can go home with them Xannies, we don’t take those
[01:54.93]You can go home in them Converse, we don’t wear them
[01:57.40]Told bro like, “When we pull up, no, you can’t spare them”
[01:59.52]Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him
[02:02.13]Yeah, the Glocks’ something like these Nike sneaks
[02:03.54]We gon’ air ’em (okay)
[02:04.84]Undertaker, I don’t wrestle, I’m with Paul Bearer
[02:06.91]Soaring in the Track’, 150, think the ‘Hawk scared her
[02:09.36]So many red lines poured, we typing all errors
[02:11.88]Winter time, I’m a road running Nike jog wearer
[02:14.17]Summer time, I’m the type to drop the top and hit the hood
[02:16.80]80 dollar eighthy, zaza, you can’t hit this ‘Wood
[02:19.17]At Benihana’s, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked
[02:21.75]Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would
[02:24.68]Hey, ShittyBoyz
[02:26.54]What up, Enrgy?
[02:27.82]Year of Release: 2021