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do not disturb - trdee & babytron lyrics

[intro: trdee]
b*tch
ho
yeah
like, d*mn, let me catch the f*cking beat first

[verse 1: trdee]
i’m not no crip but you can always catch me with some blues
you cannot play me, you gon’ have to wait till april fools
buddy want some clout? then we gon’ have to put him on the news
got a couple hoes, i used to have holes in my shoes
mask on in the bank, wanna help me scam safe
let me hit it, i’ma try to beat it till the bed break
stay away from n*ggas, they ain’t nothing but some dead weight
won’t cuff a b*tch, they ain’t sh*t but a headache
king suite, she gon’ want to f*ck me when she see the view
why you being stingy? tell yo friend that she can get it too
why you cop a vest? you better pray yo head is bulletproof
let us get it social then this bank account is going poof

[verse 2: babytron]
bro off two [?], six whippets, and a eighth of runtz
they ain’t think that i would touchdown like i faked the punt
finna do the shrimp and grits now but it’s steak for lunch
finna do the, man, f*ck that
bet not start that camaro, this a karma revero
headshot, bullseye, i hit my mark with my arrow
7.62s, .223s sparking out the barrel
gold chain, f*ck a king, with these cards i’m a pharaoh
old wock’ slow the world down, i’m taking turtle sips
every obstacle i ever faced, b*tch, i hurdled it
catch a ham out, flip the switch, get a burger flipped
you can’t tell me sh*t about the trenches, this the murder mitten
[verse 3: trdee & babytron]
how you mad at hoes for being hoes? i encourage it
christians make the b*tch hit her knees like she worshipping
gotta let the gang come to you, why you forcing it?
pass the lil’ b*tch right back, i got bored with it
can’t let my opps catch me lacking, i’m on court with it
i’ma probably run this sh*t up until my forces rip
b*tch know that i’m not really sh*t so of course she trip
forty*five hundred, had to tell you, can’t afford this drip
all she wanna do is go and shop, you can’t afford this b*tch
rip kobe, dropped a deuce then a four, i poured a six
if i’m mad, i’ma hit the mall or probably take a trip
stop blowing up yo b*tch phone, she in here taking d*ck

[outro: babytron]
huh, yeah, b*tch, aye

- trdee babytron lyrics

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