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god tier - babytron lyrics

god tier lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, mark a)

[verse]
fake ids and gift cards all up in the rental
let me see them state boys, i bet i hit the pedal
beyond blowed off the wocky, this a different level
pretty lil’ ho, she look nice but this b*tch the devil
look up, i see palm trees, look down in sand
trippint in the ‘ghini, fifty on me, hopping out the lamb’
i can make one quicker than i count a band
i’ma just let this sh*t happen, i ain’t ’bout to plan
in the sp*ceship off martian juice, i ain’t ’bout to land
2017, was road running down south with stan
bin reaper, unky whip it up and scr*pe it out the pan
newest gen’ glockiana on me so i doubt it jam
deadstocker, boy, the kicks ain’t got a single scuff
eighty dollar eighthy, you might fly off a single puff
fake ferragamo, doggy belt got a single cuff
you been soft since forever, why you think you tough?
4*o on me, should’ve went to the ivy league
christian loubs like a porcupine, i got spiky feet
bro a hot head, out here tryna sn*tch a icy link
hate on me? yo old*ass was born back in ’93
thousand dollar coat, two hunnid dollar hat with it
i’m my own boss, i ain’t gotta do no ass kissing
in the scat tripping, f*cking up the transmission
you a ham, all up on the ‘gram with yo mans chicken
thirty ball in the ksubi jeans, got my pants ripping
sleeve nash, the playmaker, ninety*nine pass vision
steak and shrimp hibachi, f*cked around and got some lamb with it
that’s a 201, not 101, you gotta jam with it
your mans up in jail telling everything
nice guy but off them v*cuts? i be very mean
hitman masked up, that’s a scary scene
three*seven in the backwood, i can barely breathe
prince of the mitten, young as h*ll, y’all some old heads
you can’t see what i poured up in this cold red
how the f*ck is you a burger and got no bread?
ex b*tch finished, give a f*ck what that ho said
good on 7*2, steering on the peeroton
never cooked up in the kitchen, i was always near the benz
fear of god fit on bro, but ain’t no fear in him
opps sick as h*ll that they broke, it ain’t no curing them
finna take this empire check and buy some properties
babytron, i’m god tier, it ain’t no topping me
left benihana’s but i still got the chops with me
fastbreak, i get like lebron, it ain’t no stop in me
they can’t get sh*t, when i was broke they ain’t plot with me
you be copping g’s, big difference, i be copping p’s
shooter hit his bucket, would’ve thought curry shot a three
how i’m feeling right now? ain’t a motherf*cker hot as me
[outro]
hey, sh*ttyboyz
what up, gang?
(ayo, mark a)
what up, mark?
dog sh*t militia
hip hop lab, you know what the f*ck going on
hey, hey

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