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saucony - babytron & certified trapper lyrics

[intro: babytron]
whew, ayy
this recordin’?
ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
all the food in the spot, we done turned it to a banquet
money, money, dollar, dollar, skrill, that’s my language
saucin’ in saucony, i might switch up to the asics

[verse 2: certified trapper]
switch a n*gga up, he was slippin’ in the matrix (you’re not making this easy, kyle)

[verse 3: babytron]
i can’t f*ck with him, he givin’ information to the agents (ooh)
i seen him comin’ out the station

[verse 4: certified trapper & babytron]
slide down his block, fap, hit him, then vacation (pop, pop*pop)
sesame chicken, got me tryna f*ck that asian (ooh)
third ‘wood with your b*tch, she a blasian (whew)

[verse 5: babytron]
coupe from outer sp*ce, you’d think that we invading
whole gang gettin’ pape’, this sh*t must be contagious
we the favorites when y’all go and place some bets in vegas
[verse 6: certified trapper]
if you try to strip me, i’ma send your ass to heaven gates
2024 fast sh*t, it’s not a santa fe

[verse 7: babytron]
how the f*ck you legendary? never had no accolades
harder to find than a needle in a stack of hay

[verse 8: certified trapper]
look at lil’ b*tch suckin’ up for the afterpay
i can have lil’ brodie on your ass for a rack a day
i just let the perky melt all the way down for the aftertaste

[verse 9: babytron]
i was broke, down bad ’til that package came (phew)
i just poured a four of purple hoping it attacks the pain (ah)
all season, max my shot out, i had to add some range
if you took my job at being pilot, you would crash the plane (nyoom)
everything bust nowadays (nowadays)
but if i see that rose gold presi’ thing, i’ma cash it plain

[verse 10: certified trapper & babytron]
next lamborghini truck i see, i’ma hit the bank
lil’ b*tch call me over, i ain’t f*ck, that b*tch a jank
all these hoes clowns and you kissin’ the face i paint (whew)
thirty milligrams, not including the eight i drank (ha)
b*tch, i’m grumpy, i ain’t in the mood
in the car, playin’ reezy, get greasy with six twos
[verse 11: babytron]
if you don’t tighten up, gon’ knock your sh*t loose
had a big mouth, now he talkin’ with a chipped tooth
‘rilla in that jungle, it ain’t sh*t to let them chimps loose
certified sippin’ on some morty, rockin’ rick shoes
fetty wap mixed with shih tzu turned him fish food

[verse 12: certified trapper]
brodie you up and slam you on your ass like jiu*jitsu
follow any car from the venue, we gon’ bl!ck you
.223s wet his ass up, rip his tissue
ayy, where the motherf*ckin’ cough? i gotta hit you
you was real tough, how brodie end up with your pistol?

[verse 13: babytron]
my vision clear, i’m talkin’ crystal
coach charm, the next chain might be a whistle
h*llkitty smoke, leds for the whiskers
talkin’ ’bout some loud, he pulled up with some whispers

[verse 14: certified trapper]
you are not invited, where your metro pass?
i don’t know what the f*ck wrong, we done spanked his ass
where the ambulance at?
n*gga pulled up with short money, done blessed his ass

- babytron certified trapper lyrics

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