Letra de 5 STAR - BabyTron

Uh, uh, uh

Huh, this ain't—

Huh, huh (Jose the Plug)

This zagaza I'm rollin' up hit like car fetty

Can't be trusted 'round the hoes, he like R. Kelly

What's on my arm? Presi' and the charm heavy

Five-star telly, the Mason jar smelly

She want some love, like, only if my heart let me

Doggy yellin' for some help, I can't Clark Kent him

He a burger, we gon' hit juice and sell cut

Ghetto angels on my shoulders, totin' Hellpup

Below freezing, how the Mitten hot as hell, bruh?

Lieutenant loser, might as well just hold your L's up

Throw it in the pot and watch it sizzle like Terrell Suggs

Shotter noggin screwed on backwards, all he think is redrum

Damn near threw the towel in, off my tenth puff

She damn near threw the towel in in the first round

Is Militia first place? Is the Earth round?

Am I a gold medalist? Like, is dirt brown?

Tell lil' bro to pick the books up and put the Percs down

Feel like Herbo when I'm in the 'Raq, how I swerve 'round

Neph' fifteen on the squares, guess his nerves bad

She keep on askin' for a vacay, pack your Turks bag

Poured a seven in Connecticut, woke up in Germantown

You would think I'm on a diet, how quick I can burn a pound

Respect was never ever given, gotta earn it, clown

If we get the drop, I guarantee we t— around

Touchdown in Nebraska, last trip, my wrist was cuffed

Caught him frontin' in the club, throw it, is you rich or what?

Lil' cuz ain't got no swag, he just fucked the picture up

This lil' bitch ain't got no swag, I done popped out trim for nothin'

Why you noddin', fall asleep? You only poured up a half a deuce

Me and Kosher sellin' out from Canada to Santa Cruz

Tucked in the bus, top bunk with a stack of blues

Quick to fire workers 'less they doin' what they asked to do

SBDSM, I need it in some tattoo ink

Shroomies got me out this galaxy, I'm out on Tatooine

Alright, Beann, punch me in, shit, I had to think

Bitch drank stolen, talkin' 'bout she just had a drink

Life'd really suck if I was you, ha-ha

Life'd really suck if I was you, like, shit, I'm glad I'm me

When I close my eyes, it's only money, money bags I see

Yeah, I love you, lil' ho, but, shit, I love me more

I'ma scrap one v. a hundred 'fore you run me home

Teachers probably thought that I was slow

Teachers probably thought that I was slow, so when I see 'em, up a dummy roll

Moncler puffer coat, the Loubs look like a puffer fish

Another day of cookin' up, that mean another hit

Ain't from this planet, shit, I landed on a mothership

Might be off downers, but you know Militia uppington

Tryna times three it, least, I bet I double it

I might pull a milli' out in cash for the fuck of it

Used to log in Joker's Stash and get to jugglin'

Hollows knocked a chip off his shoulders, we'll humble him

Huh, why you actin' like you pourin' somethin'?

That ain't Stilly, Wock', or the Tris', is it Robitussin?

Think they forgot how I get, I'm finna show 'em somethin'

She was prom queen in high school, now her shoulders pudgy

Under the influence, my A&W over-muddy

I was thinkin' algebra way back in social studies

See him out and mask up like, "Ayy, dog, don't you owe me money?"

How the fuck you thirty, but can't show me twenty?

Man, what the fuck?

How the fuck you thirty, but can't show me twenty?

Man, ha-ha

How the fuck you thirty, but can't show me twenty?

Nyah

Hey, hey

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know? Hey

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