Letra de Billy Madison - BabyTron

Chrome Heart pants, but the hoodie Acronym

Ayy (Don't you know you won the Lotto?)

Denim Tear jeans, but the hoodie Acronym

It's the Dog $hit Militia, send them bullies after him

Shit, my kit on ice age, guess I'm woolly mammothin'

You was never really school, call you Billy Madison

Had to look up in the mirror like, "Is this really happening?"

Let me hear it's on the floor, I take my blicky, add a switch

Show you something you ain't seen, you think you on an acid trip

Better bring a lab coat, our lifestyle hazardous

Lookin' like Fergie in her prime, this lil' ho, she glamorous

Passionfruit soda, Wocky, watch me get passionate

If it's smoke, we cancerous

I can't be around you broke hoes, learned from my allergist

Me and T-Bone on the 7, we just left Lumpkin lit

If we catch him Halloween, I bet he get his pumpkin split

Your ho in here sucking dick, I ain't even hump the bitch

Boy, why you got a fanny pack? It ain't no gun in it

My stick got a drum in it, hundred-fifty, thumbing it

You a role player at the best, Robert Covington

Double-R and double-R, watch me drop the Cullinan

Shit, the leaf kayakin', where's the lighter?

It's on the floor, time to hit the road, where's the drivers?

Heard doggy got some loose screws, where's the pliers?

Bragging 'bout your plug, whole time we're their suppliers

Never ever been scared of the heat like where's the fire?

Got a whole lotta lotta yeah like where's the buyers?

If you hesitant, it's cool, we got samples, where's the triers?

Heard I still don't scam, like fuck it, where's the Meijers?

Oh, the opps? I'm tryna put a hole in one, where's my iron?

You see everything where I'm at, bears and tigers

From the D down to Chiraq with it

We buy switches outta US and Iraq with it

Got an MCM bag, but ain't got five racks in it

That type of shit be killin' me

Runnin' reds in the rental, I expect them billin' me

Why the fuck is you jeffin' like a kid to me?

Told her, "Leave, 'cause if it's hate, then you won't do that bid for me"

Why the plug bring mids to me? He must not heard the song

I hear the snakes hissin', time to go and search the lawn

Cops thought they had me, whole time, the vert, it's gone

All I had to do was snap a finger

Your trap phone so dry, forgot it had a ringer

Morning time gas station run, I'm blowed, smackin' zingers

Shit, you Ace at the cleaners, I was him when he left

I should've never listened from the moment when he jeffed

Why he laughin' 'bout that L dog took when he next?

I find that shit insane

Good Richard Mille cost two-fifty, I'll just get it plain

.308s, .308s could fuck around and flip a train

Riding low in that old thang, I just chipped the paint

As of lately, he been on BS, it got him slippin' rank

The opps gettin' spanked

With the Militia, think it's time we go and get the tank

You just in the way tryna instigate

Most of the time, I sip an eight just to hit the hay

'Cause it's stuck in my brain, I can't miss a play

'Cause it's stuck in my brain, I can't miss a day

That fake watch he rockin', throw his whole wrist away

The striker ain't even come with one, we ain't even have to switch the plates

Why you peekin' at my dinner plate?

Wasn't with me back then, you can't even get a bit of steak

I see you moved on to your finished days

I see you still still stuck on your finished ways

She been suckin' it for hours, "Is you finished, bae?"

Yeah, sometimes the love keep me goin', but it's the hate

Huh, in Toronto with the Drac'

Going a-a-ape shit, foolin' in my Bape

In that Track-Trackhawk, swoopin' up some pape'

Stomped him out in Travis Scotts and left the swooshes on his face

Vroom, vroom-vroom-vroom, zoomin' to the bank

They ask me who I do it for, I do it for the gang

Cuddy trickshottin' like he Faze, shootin' in the rain

A true genius, your bitch so super with that brain

Free my unky, feds caught him up in an Uber with some 'caine

Glock 40, I'm with a cougar for the day

It's 10:51 in the Lab

I can't tell you what it is, top secret in the stash

Played the lobster with the crab

Played the zaza with the dabs

It was haha, it was laughs

Race over, ain't it funny that them pussies finished last?

You can't tell that I ain't finish class

Should've popped a yerc before I seen her, I just finished fast

Deadline on the floor, you better not come a minute past

Let 'em shoot a shot finally, they won't even hit the glass

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam

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