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ebk/blitz - babytron & baby ghost lyrics

[part i: blitz]

[intro: babytron]
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam
ayy, ayy, ayy (meech)

[verse 1: babytron]
gen5 with the glitch
it ain’t a single si in my kit
buffed up, spent a dime on the sticks
sh*t, i’m stingy with my drank, can’t lend a line of the tris
that sh*t equals money, you be spendin’ time with the b*tch
why you in the kitchen? can’t even stretch a five to a six
was the first to up it, sh*t, i felt the vibe when it switched
show ’em that the field real, they televisin’ the blitz

[verse 2: baby ghost]
free da yung og
i can’t tell who on my side, gotta watch my back
b*tch tried to set the play, now she gotta watch her back
no dvd, we be gettin’ n*ggas smashed
she just got her hair done, she said don’t grab her tracks, but i’m still gon’ do it
bro keep tellin’ me don’t do it, but i’m still gon’ shoot it
i be beatin’ with b*tches with belts, i think i’m pootie
shot a n*gga in his head, i think he pooted
off two percs and some trish, i’m in this b*tch droolin’
[verse 3: babytron]
mixed the addies with the shrooms, i’m in this b*tch zooted
dropped a deuce of the juice, i’m in this b*tch snoozin’
trx, i’ll throw that b*tch in launch, i’m in this b*tch cruisin’
one me, three b*ttons, sh*t, i’m in this b*tch coolin’
i think it’s time to give the doggy charm a big cuban
euro*steppin’ shootin’, you can’t even tell i quit hoopin’
she done threw up off the v*cuts, the lyft ruined
really duckin’ wreck, you just sittin’ at the crib boostin’
it’s just me and baby ghost
blowin’ opps out the ‘bow, this ain’t eighthy smoke
bust down my audemars
you don’t even wanna know the price, it d*mn near cost an arm
slidin’ down this block with some jewelry on, be done lost a charm
f*ck off top, i don’t think, this sh*t off the heart
tax terrorist, i bet he ain’t gon’ ball ’til march
all the pieces came together, hope that they don’t fall apart

[verse 4: baby ghost]
n*gga, why you mad at me? i ain’t take your kit
you should be mad at ot, he took your switch
chase a n*gga down on his block, i’m a f*ckin’ pit
b*tch, i don’t want you no more, what you gon’ get?
that b*tch be lettin’ everybody f*ck
b*tch, when jp got switch, everybody f*cked
spray the fully in the crowd, make everybody duck
smokin’ on this dead*ass n*gga got everybody stuck
i bet next time they see us, everything tucked
every time we bump into an opp, everybody up
take a n*gga carti’ off his wrist, now lil’ bro bust
every time bro shoot, i’m gon’ bust
me and bro popped your mans
19k in my pocket, i dropped a band
i’m tryna f*ck, i hope she don’t know i popped her friend
turn into the old me and get to poppin’ xans
[part ii: ebk]

[verse 1: baby ghost]
she be tryna give me the p*ssy, but i don’t wanna hit it
only reason i say f*ck your mans ’cause i know who did it
i don’t really be lovin’ on these hoes, i just like to hit ’em
it be too much fire comin’ out the drac’, that’s why i like pistols

[verse 2: babytron]
she keep tryna give me the p*ssy, but i want her sister
she keep tryna give me the p*ssy, but i want some chicken
this lil’ b*tch just like my glocky, she gon’ end up switchin’
tron madden, if i call the play, them boys gon’ end up blitzin’

[verse 3: baby ghost]
i can already see it, he gon’ end up snitchin’
if he don’t come outside, i’ma start shootin’ through the kitchen
bro caught a body, he ain’t beat it ’cause he ain’t k!ll his witness
every time i get a loc’, i beat it, you know i’m vicious

[verse 4: babytron]
got your b*tch eatin’ d*ck and i just know you kissed her
too attached, she tryna double back, but sh*t, you know i spinned her
ask what’s the score, we got a lot, they got a little
how the f*ck all the dimes from high school dropped to nickels?
[verse 5: baby ghost]
make him drop his k, that n*gga b*tch, i had a 38
she used to give me head when i was eighteen, she thirty*eight
hit him with the glock 19, make him lose weight
whack a n*gga at the store and pay the n*gga for the tape
break a b*tch heart, then make her turn g*y

[verse 6: babytron]
i don’t got gang affiliations, b*tch, i’m ebk
got his destination, right now the eta
ran him down on foot, he should’ve stayed in shape
and to his mans and them, they better stay inside
i don’t know about your bag, but i’ma stay in mines
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cams

- babytron baby ghost lyrics

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