Letra de 2025 - BabyTron

(Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)

Ayy (Nyah, damn, Donny made this?)

I'm in her walls like a termite

Ayy, I'm doin' fraud on the turnpike

I might pull up sawed-off on a dirt bike

Play with me, I'ma more than likely earn life

Call lil' bro Adidas, he just went and earned his third stripe

Lil' bitch struck out, that's her third strike

Hustle of thuganomics, seen him with the word "Life"

Why the fuck is you goin' to sleep? That's your first Sprite

We ain't stoppin', this a celebration, that's the first pint

You would think the pills had fangs how the Percs bite

Dirty pop, dirty Glo— ah, ah

Dirty pop, dirty Glock, I live the germ life

Brodie hit a hat, lit a— ah, ah

Brodie hit a hat, lit a square, now his nerves right

Every time shit started goin' left, I turned right

Actin' like you be OT, duh, that's your first flight

Actin' like you beat that road up, this your first night

Actin' like you slide 201s, that's your first swipe

Bro, you know that— uh, you dead wrong, huh

Boy, you dead wrong, you know that fuckin' shirt tight

And them jeans little and your shoes big

And your teeth yellow, get some new Timbs

I can hit your bitch off a glance, this some true rizz

Oh, you need some G6? Shit, I thought you knew $kid

Brrt, hit a hat, he need a new lid

All that reachin', doggybone gon' need a new limb

We ain't droppin' fake los, this the true pin

Yellow 15s, M30s like the M den

Damn, I heard he died from an FN

Junkie got them test strips, dodgin' fake yercs

I ain't from planet Earth, I had a fake birth

I'm sick of all these shaky butts with them fake twerks

I know drip, lil' mama, that's a fake skirt

Why I overdo the shrooms? Damn, man, my— ah

My face hurt

He only got five ones on him, call him May 1st

Her drawers should've had a caution sign that said, "May squirt"

I'm trippin', ain't I?

I think I'm trippin', hold on, hold on

If I pop another fuckin' Perc', watch my brain burst

Y'all hoes irk my very last fuckin' brain nerve

Shiny-ass walker, no whip, but you dropped a chain

Why you callin' me a flashy fuck? Half my watches plain

What I got ridin' passenger'd probably drop a plane (Fuck)

I get like Jeff Gordon in that 392

Would bust a move, I'm ridin' 'round with three slimy dudes

Huh, I bet someone catch a B

I forgot this bitch ethnicity, I think it's Lebanese

I'm Megatron, of course the bitch gon' have some Megan knees

They used to root for me, I see it turned to jealousy

Who rolled up a tail 'Wood? I knew that I could smell a fiend

I knew I could smell a seed, I knew I could smell a dweeb

If I wore my kit down there, boy, I bet you'd hella freeze

Cuddy so cold in the trap, could probably sell a fiend

We'll sell the air you breathe, I can sell anything

Don, Don, Don, Don, you be doin' Henny thing

Perc' 10 on my ass, I feel the belly in my beast

I mean the beast in my belly, think it's fetty in the lean

Either your mans fightin' back or it's some fetty in the weed

I'm so motherfuckin' dope, I think it's fetty when I breathe

You gotta be careful, neph', it's some fetty on that bean

When we send him to the doc', it ain't Benny on the scene

Give me the whole fuckin' slice, I mean— hold on

Give me the whole fuckin' block, I ain't petty 'bout no cheese

Huh, why she talkin' 'bout some rings?

Huh, why she talkin' 'bout some marriage?

Huh, why she talkin' 'bout a wedding?

Whole time, it's a guillotine, I'm talkin' a beheading

You'd play SIs, I'ma fuck around, baguette it

What happened to the beat?

Man

(Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)

Huh, nyah (Damn, Donny made this?)

These ain't ordinary buffs, boy, they cost a dub

Rich Ken, all-white things, they broke 'em off the tub

What I'm rollin' in my LooseLeaf, it'll cost your lungs

Might as well call me thunderstorm, I'll off your plug

Why the cops on my dick? Naw, this ain't off of drugs

Thought he got a fluffy bulldog, he just bought a pug

Aw, man

Who let me get drunk? Man, I'm tryna fuck somethin'

Like, ain't it Wednesday? Man, I'm tryna hump somethin'

You a bold motherfucker, fishbowlin' rustbucket?

Got my family proud than a bitch, I'm that one cousin

Oh, you don't know the juice checker? That's my blood cousin

We'll mush him and his bitch, all that lovebuggin'

Either the V-cut kicked or it's a run comin'

Militia in mosquiter mode, catch us blood suckin'

What ha— yeah, bitch, our cups muddy

I'm on Greenfield with StanWill, that's my Hutch buddy

Come and get a combo, chicken tenders with the hush puppies

Man, Tron, this bitch got more carats on it than Bugs Bunny

Shit, nyah

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Long live $cam, long live Chris

Nyah, nyah

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