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back on tour - g.t., babytron & certified trapper lyrics

[intro: babytron & g.t.]
long live $cams (let’s go, go, go)
sh*ttyboyz
(meech)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: g.t.]
tell me why they cap like they get paid for (why they cap?)
babytron ’bout to go on another tour
this time, we brought certified trapper, let’s score (ayy, ayy)
i couldn’t go broke, ’cause i’ll get my money out a wh0re (for real)
hop in a coupe, make the pedal hit the floor
b*tch want allowance, she don’t ever do no chores (for real)
i’ma be a hood n*gga straight onto forbes
off an eight, got a n*gga late to the awards
trunk in the front, the motor in the back
to еverybody who doubted me, i’m gеttin’ racks
i heard you n*ggas broke, don’t tell me that’s facts
a hundred ‘bows sold in one day, close the trap

[verse 2: certified trapper]
i could make a forty in a day, no cap
if it ain’t a sealed eight of morty, n*gga, i ain’t tryna wrap
the lil’ b*tch super skinny ass, ain’t tryna clap
brodie put him on a shirt, n*ggas wasn’t tryna rap
get split with some particles
[?] on my d*ck in them articles
b*tch, i’m out on bail for a switch and my *rs*nal
if your mans told, you a b*tch, that’s a part of you
[verse 3: babytron]
your mans a mouse, you must be keyboard
b30s run a size small, now my feet sore
catch me in the field, in my zone like a three*four
could never give a b*tch my all, not even three fourths (nope)
how the f*ck you say it’s beef? you got a clean fork (ham)
akhi tryna slaughter pigs, but he don’t eat pork (brrt)
loaded bank account, but i’ll still come and freeze yours
fully*modded trx, you ever heard a beast roar?

[verse 4: g.t.]
get him from around me, i heard he poor
they thought i was jer, but i wasn’t, that’s a decoy
and you can come work for us, n*gga, ’cause we employ
them n*ggas ain’t have no real money since they unemployed
by time the ppp came, i had a half a ticket saved
and i ain’t lyin’ ’bout sh*t, i put that on my granny grave (for real)
money so old, it’s d*mn near my daddy age
and i could blow it all today, i know it’s already made, ayy

[verse 5: certified trapper]
what’s a hundred thousand?
bricks layin’ everywhere like we flippin’ houses
put a cool fifty in your car, we don’t shoot at houses
get on tip with this motherf*ckin’ bl!ck, get to puttin’ down sh*t
[verse 6: babytron]
fifty on the whip on some just to get around sh*t (skrrt)
ridin’ sprinter, trippin’, the militia got a pound lit
catchin’ plays with my lil’ b*tch, told her, “count this”
vvs in my black buffs, trapper bust the brown sticks

[verse 7: certified trapper]
i don’t want no rat ho, i need a down b*tch
since a n*gga at the top, you on the ground, b*tch
hit that sh*t one time, i need another round, b*tch
it get real smoky in the lab ’cause them pounds in (meech)

[verse 8: babytron]
when meech on the beat, you gotta let it breathe
if i went wearin’ my kit, i bet you’d h*lla freeze
talkin’ ’bout some ‘za, you dead wrong, boy, you sellin’ seeds
i ain’t ask your life story, why you tellin’ me?

- g t babytron certified trapper lyrics

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