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elite 8 - babytron lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: prince jefe]
pocket full of nipseys, but i’m seein’ red
i’m sendin’ chickens on the road, hope i don’t see the feds
can get a quarter ticket out this sh*t, it’s all ’bout how you play it
caught him at the red light, rocked his ass to bed
it’s a celebration, we just boxed him in
you get a location, i might let you in

[verse 2: stanwill]
say they with you from the start, they switchin’ in the end
you a shrimp, my n*ggas sharks, i’m swimmin’ with the fin
big fn on my waist got my posture funny
cut into her like a surgeon, i got doctor money
all that muggin’ like you tough’ll get you popped for nothin’
skinny, but i’m jorgen von strangle when i rock the buffies

[verse 3: lom rudy]
when it comе to mixin’, i’m a wizard like i’m brad beal
big bag, get thе quickest loan like i’m dan gil’
i done sold a lot of pills, not no advils
all my boys sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas like i’m stanwill
i got on supreme, not the one 50 beefin’ with
sometimes, i think my brother blind ’cause he keep a stick
[verse 4: fordio]
sh*t, i been clearin’ cards, tearin’ pops off of medication
i already said i’m high as h*ll, don’t ask for my location
i done f*cked around and mixed drank with the shrooms, now i’m seein’ faces
they tried to hit us with controlled substance, i’ma flee the state then
sh*t, i treat a tuck like some air force 1s and just replace ’em
i’ma treat the b*tch like my muddy cup, don’t do no savin’

[verse 5: j1hunnit]
it’s new fish in, when it dock, i got some clams to shuck
i got a lot of grind, but i could’ve been a lazy f*ck
i’m swimmin’ waist*deep in the money like scrooge mcduck
my b*tch see me doin’ rap shows, she want her tummy tucked
it’s ice on me off the puck, late night, servin’ clucks
i feel like my nasal stuffed, i’m healin’ with a cup of muck

[verse 6: trdee]
on my d*ck just like my b*lls, this b*tch can’t let me go
i don’t sip, but sh*t, for $cams, i might just pour a four
she told me they can’t f*ck with me like i ain’t ready know
never know who plottin’ on you, gotta watch your bro
watch an opp page ’cause he tryna get the drop
dsm the gang, we gon’ make it to the top

[verse 7: babytron]
if my shooter get up close, he score, that boy a force like giannis
know the ins and outs of this b*tch mouth, i’m like an orthodontist
i just passed up your annual income off of four deposits
brain stuck up on a billion, i don’t think poor an option
post anxiety off the boomies, body full of psilocybin
i don’t think he like me ’bout that b*tch, i had her pillow bitin’
[verse 8: ghetto baby boom]
i don’t talk to n*ggas, i don’t like ’em, i don’t want ’em ’round me
real ghetto street n*gga, don’t ask about me, come and find me
told tron i’m shootin’ to the jam, they try to get onside us
lil’ b*tch tweakin’ off an e, she thought she took a roxy
told that b*tch to drink some water, told that b*tch don’t worry ’bout it
my heart cold, i can’t even hear you like i’m in the mountains
when they thought this sh*t was over, came back like, “don’t worry ’bout it”
thinkin’ ’bout the old times gon’ make me go and catch a body
i don’t give a f*ck who he is, he ain’t with me slidin’
if he can’t show his psi, then he shouldn’t be outside

- babytron lyrics

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