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hit the road - babytron lyrics

[verse]
yes, b*tch, these red bottoms so don’t break yo neck
but when i hit the road, i drive off in the nike tech
[?] to the scamming, i’m a f*cking vet
dawg, stop hating on me and go and get a check
had to turn around, my backseat a f*cking mess
double g’s on me, you will never catch me wearing guess
louis checkers on me, come and play a game of chess
ten bands is my goal, i ain’t coming back for less
you stressed, tripping on that ho, boy, you pressed
i’m blessed, can’t you tell by the way i dress?
it’s a mess, good hollows tearing up his flesh
sh*ttyboyz thrusted up, all we know is flex
yes, got more pieces on me than a d*mn puzzle
suede balenciagas on so i’m watching out for puddles
all the highlights that i made, i deserve a huddle
two pieces hit for ten, that’s a double double
mari owe me seventeen and he in the beamer
white balencis on, looking like some f*cking coffee creamer
hit the set with the giffies, f*cking up big beaver
james in that black jeep looking like the grip reamer
i got love for my [?] and that’s to the grave
n*gga run up on me? i’ma send his ass to the grave
run up on crazy on us? yeah, bro, you mighty brave
hold on, bro, i’ll call you back, i got another play
yes, that was us horsing n*ggas at the festival
jeans cost six hundred, b*tch, get off my t*st*cl*s
you ain’t street, stay in the crib and eat yo vegetables
you got a play? of course my schedule flexible
my shooter pull up in that hoodie, call that n*gga “melo”
take off them sp*ce jams, them b*tches getting yellow
stop smoking on [?] and them petty rellos
red bottoms on my feet looking like i stepped in jell*o
asked what’s on my feet? just know these b*tches foreign
deep from the redzone, i’m talking [?]
i’m scoring, balling on these n*ggas like i’m horace
you snoring, the whip woke you up, this b*tch roaring
you boring, yo b*tch said, “babytron do it better”
giffies hitting hard as f*ck, i punched a bape sweater
broke n*ggas look up to me, i’m a trendsetter
yeah, that’s yo b*tch but i promise you i make her wetter
i’m into horsing n*ggas like equestrian
hit the road off the juice, i might k!ll a pedestrian
and if i’m a b*tch, come over here and test me then
bro said he got a play, i just told him [?]
got white boy shooting on my team like pistol pete
they’ll take you out the game like when the whistle beep
green and red gucci looking like a f*cking christmas tree
play with my cash and my dawg getting to gripping heat

- babytron lyrics

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