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fuck the old tron - babytron lyrics

[intro]
f*ck the population, sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam, you know?

[verse]
yeah, i used to f*ck around with your mama, you my godson
fully switchy, better pray that god come
or at least that the cops come
how the f*ck you lookin’ for the opps? you got a prop gun
white sticks, black sticks, yin, yang
hit him with that fully switch like bing*bang
had to put the work in ‘fore the rings came
i’m even higher, the weed taste like cheesecake
rockstar, i’ve been high a hundred weeks straight
you ain’t tryna get to it, i can’t relate
she want a dub for her neck, that’s some cheap brain
sh*ttyboyz caught him out, he got some pee stains
did the st*st*stomp, i got some creased bapes
bougie b*tch hit the crib tryna freeze grapes
bougie b*tch wake up tryna eat crepes
hit tens, tote 9s, and we drink eights
the type of head that i’m gettin’, i might be late
is the weed laced? i can’t think straight
you can’t get me on a track ‘less that fee paid
i’m in love with the drank, think it’s v*day
lando pulled up in that yukon, not an e*lade
it was 2022 if i had on three chains
2016, your b*tch made it to my keepsake
threw the white buffs on my face, i can’t see hate
everything seems great, don’t it?
karo’d doggy bone, he in a fake coma
moved into a new crib, i might just grab a bape sofa
it was cream, but i turned it to a grape soda
in the hood iced out, you’d think i scr*pe yola
i’m an a*hole, yae yae on pa, jordans off the draco
finna get my nod on, morton’s off the faygo
hoes do it pr*nto whatever i say so
ride around, big trx, body in the back
i can’t show my every move, they copyin’ the cat
mind stuck on the grind, need some wocky for a nap
militia conversations be like, “copy, roger that”
pause, but i don’t like how the ‘wood taste
i forgot how to push brakes
overdid the shrooms and the juice, i can’t look straight
i’ll get the whole hood spanked on a good day
.308s turn his beanie to a pair of earm*ffs
he rollin’ bullsh*t, it gotta be some hard*to*hear runtz
i’m finna f*ck my favorite opp’s b*tch
i’m finna f*ck my favorite opp’s b*tch to start the year up
looked at my bank account, i might tear up
it ain’t changed since high school, you still a weird f*ck
little weird b*tt
he ain’t never dropped a pair of buffs, he must fear hutch
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live $cam, you know?
y’all keep bringin’ up the old tron, f*ck the old tron
sh*ttyboyz

- babytron lyrics

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