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sink or swim - trdee & babytron lyrics

[intro: babytron]
d*mn, jakesand
sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: trdee]
thousand dollar mic, you can probably hear me think
only face za, bougie b*tch don’t wanna drink
roll full of blues, you might see a couple pink
tryna ride the wave? i hope you ready if you sink
okay, snow bunny, blew her back out, the [?] i salute
told her i’m the one but always sh*tting like the number two
i’ll ho you if the neck ain’t coming, i ain’t family, boo
you can leave me ‘lone or by my lonely when i’m thumbing through

[verse 2: babytron]
running dog sh*t up, the only way is towards a million
runtz turned me to a skywalker, got some force up in me
shoot through whatever, feel like kobe with the [?]
catch me jack catching in yo hood, i got bored with giffies
sleeve nash, i’ll pass this b*tch, i got scorers with me
punched the wrong size amiris, never mind, they sorta fit me
two thousand beans, he ain’t gon’ count ’em, we gon’ short him sixty
i think all my opps forgot that i got the torch in ypsi

[verse 3: trdee]
i’ma see a mill before i’m fifty
i can run it up, i do it swiftly
huh, left that n*gga red, we named him “trippie”
incognito in the store, i’m sliding giffies
[verse 4: babytron]
it ain’t no one hitter quitter, bins smack for combos
at the self*scanner dunking chips [?]
b*tch said i’m cheating, like, i swear i been at the condo
sent her on jack trip and told that b*tch stack it pr*nto

[verse 5: trdee & babytron]
dame time, what you need? i’ll always come through in a clutch
n*ggas broke for christmas, tell yo mama that you need a crutch
if my b*tch look through my phone, she gon’ beat me up
seen he had a little dilly chain, got my piece from hutch
i caught him out with girly, that’s not his b*tch
flat booty b*tch, i won’t ever switch
big balenciaga track.2s, she can’t spell my kicks
flashy f*cker, i’ll up some blues for the h*ll of it
baby, let me get between, they won’t know i hit
dawg swear he getting money, i ain’t notice it
new method hit for 2k, this b*tch so legit
that lil’ b*tch got a hundred bodies, you was ‘posed to hit
i really had her in a room hitting notes and sh*t
you ain’t never shot a gun but posting sticks
a hundred dollar eighth, you don’t smoke this sh*t
a thousand dollar pistol, you don’t toke this bl!ck

[outro: babytron]
b*tch, aye
a hundred dollar eighth, you don’t smoke this sh*t
a thousand dollar pistol, you don’t toke this bl!ck
aye, sh*ttyboyz

- trdee babytron lyrics

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