Lyrics XYLA.lrc BabyTron
[id: pshxggxq]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Song Wars]
[ti: XYLA]
[length: 02:38]
[00:00.04](Fuck the fire, we got grease)
[00:01.95]Nyah
[00:03.01]Huh, ayy (Elijah)
[00:04.75]All these dollars that I got, how I ain’t got no sense?
[00:07.19]We got xyla’, we got dog food, we got some fent’
[00:09.14]Shit, you from Romulus, that’s not a trench
[00:11.76]Like some kneecaps that’s irritatin’, bitty got me bent
[00:13.96]You might smell a lil’ Creed, but this a zotti scent
[00:16.49]It’s been weeks, they still don’t know where his body went
[00:18.62].308 hit him in his dreads, give him a Taki head
[00:21.06]Fucked up in the head, we smokin’ out of body bags
[00:23.37]Eastside in it, my wrist, I’m in my Maserati bag
[00:25.85]Lil bro’d die for this shit, he—
[00:27.66]Lil bro’d die for this shit, he in his kamikaze bag
[00:30.40]The way she ride thе dick, shit, she in her Kawasaki bag
[00:32.78]Wouldn’t stick it in her, shit, shе in her hot tamale bag
[00:35.13]Hop up out that black truck, it ain’t the paparazzi flash
[00:37.61]Is your pops really ballin’, in your Bronny bag?
[00:40.18]I’ll pull up 2 K’s, in my Ronny bag
[00:42.26]Got it zipped tight, ain’t no peekin’ into Tronny’s bag
[00:44.53]He was tough as hell, now we smoke him out of zotti packs
[00:46.90]The Don got me sweatin’ bullets, I need Gatorade
[00:49.46]You a pay-to-player and you drinkin’ haterade
[00:51.62]Unc’ servin’ food on the 7, it ain’t tethermade
[00:54.08]Ricks look like Chucks, we smoke more ‘za than Taylor Gang
[00:56.51]Put out fire on his head like an ashtray
[00:58.86]These 448s, don’t ask what the bag weigh
[01:01.49]Get out the way, this the fast lane
[01:03.50]If you ain’t in first, it might as well be last place
[01:05.77]Huh, double R-ing, I can’t drop a Jag’
[01:08.20]Butterfingers, I can’t trust him, he be droppin’ bags
[01:10.54]Zips and up, don’t come ’round tryna cop a half
[01:12.81]Why he think he ballin’? He ain’t even got a badge
[01:15.41]They ain’t even got a badge, boy, that’s not a ‘Cat
[01:17.49]Where the fuck the wasp at? Boy, that’s not a Scat
[01:19.81]Where the wing decal at? Boy, that’s not a Track’
[01:22.25]Boy, you only shot a bystander, that is not a hat
[01:24.46]Ooh, that’s an oohwop, that is not a Zack
[01:26.96]I only hit Neiman’s with Marcus, rather shop in Saks
[01:29.35]He ain’t doin’ shit in life, it got his mama mad
[01:31.59]Let him take a step off that porch, gon’ have his mama sad
[01:34.02]This a fuckin’ Loose Leaf, not a Zig-Zag
[01:36.33]When I throw the braids back, it ain’t RiFF RAFF
[01:38.83]We got spots like giraffes, this the sixth trap
[01:41.18]Turned it to a laydown, I thought it was a kickback
[01:43.24]If you don’t stay down, bro gon’ catch his fifth hat
[01:45.60]You still skip-lag, I used to skip class
[01:48.13]BTA, step out of line, we gon’ whip ass
[01:50.44]Supercharged Ram so fast, I might get whiplash
[01:52.88]Shotter pop two X’s like, “Where his crib at?”
[01:55.27]I overdrove two X’s like, shit, I’m big high
[01:57.45]Wipe your nose in a blink, yeah, that’s big slime
[01:59.89]I’ve been chillin’ lately, shit, now it’s drip time
[02:02.24]I don’t know about your targets, but I hit mines
[02:04.78]I ain’t losin’ sleep ’bout it, shit, I’m big fine
[02:07.07]Huh, they say I’m actin’ big time
[02:09.15]Ballin’, if I talk my lil’ shit, gon’ get a big fine
[02:11.64]Her baby daddy workin’, can’t go home until my whip shine
[02:14.06]2027, guarantee I make the whip fly
[02:16.35]TRX god, mile mode, can make the whip climb
[02:18.50]He ain’t never left the porch like some wind chimes
[02:21.26]SBDSM, two L’s, then a dollar sign, T-double-H-L
[02:25.37]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, nyah
[02:34.02]Damn, that’s the end?
[02:36.88]Year of Release: 2025