Letra de Coney Island - BabyTron

(Feat. Los and Nutty, BandGang Javar, AK Bandamont, GlockBoyz TeeJaee, KrispyLife Kidd, Nuk)

Ayy

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Long live $cams

Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga

You know?

Yeah

If it ain't no—

Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

If it ain't no drank in my cupholder, I'ma get some road rage

Wu-Tang, I'm the method man, my killer Ghostface (Uh-huh)

Tryna say my vows to the pape', I think we soulmates (Uh-huh)

If they order beef, bet we deliver it like Postmates (Yeah)

Out in China, flickin' people off with my pinky ring

Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things (Fuck that bitch)

Ayy, tell a bitch to leave me be

Why you rollin' reggie? Might as well've grabbed some CBD

I been tryna keep it all rap, but I'm for the streets

BabyTron, tell your white friends come and shop with me

I been payin' fourteen, but gettin' twenty-eight apiece

Make a song about some sales, niggas better mention me

Know how I play it, I go get it, I don't wait around (At all)

I'm sendin' 'bows to her crib, playin' "Pound Town"

Airport, no luggage, pick up fifty thou'

Bag gone 'fore it touch, ain't no sittin' 'round, nigga

Get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up

Get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up, get your rank up

Yeah, ayy

Nigga, get your rank up, switch states, then change up

I got married to that bag, no, we can't break up

They say two hundred thou' cash, I say, "That shit ain't enough"

You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab

I let my mans use my plug and ain't ask for no money back

Niggas braggin' 'bout a dime, the type of shit that make me laugh

Tell a bitch I'm pressed for time, tryna cut a brick in half

I'm talkin' thousand times two-fifty, niggas stuck on Instagram

You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab (Straight from the lab, pussy ass, uh-huh)

No cap

(Signed to Bando 'cause I got dog shit straight from the lab)

BandGang

Yeah

Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em, yeah

I come from a long line of real niggas

Pops had a long line of fiends, he was drug dealin'

It's only right I copped the foreign off dealin'

Old-heads peekin' out they blinds like, "Paris' son trippin'"

Free my nigga Poody, feds gave him ten for sellin' ****

But he up two million cash, if I was him, I wouldn't stress

Seen unc' with so many babies, I should call CPS

If you need one, I'll throw my tax on it, shoot a text

I treat my bitch so good, God blessed me with another one

They know they ain't gotta pay no bills if I cum in 'em

You know them 'bows your favorite uncle sell? I be frontin 'em

And he a ham, pay fifty-five for every one of 'em

Just bought twenty Glocks, got twenty fifty-round drums for every one of them

I got a hundred thots, I'll call a bitch when I need her, I'm puttin' drugs in them

They caught him at the club, they sent a bunch at him, now it's gettin' ugly

Bitch, I'm with a lot of apes like jungle gyms, we all gettin' money (Skrrt)

And bitch, I slap onions, no hat, the Drac' crack muffin

Every month, I bet I crack a hundred, bitch, I'm Pac without the tatted stomach

I forgot his name, they whacked buddy, dope cases came from crack money

Like DZ, I get fast money, one call, I got a bag comin'

This one nigga got a bag on him, he dead, they on your ass, youngin

I know you heard about your last cousin, he trap, we get him whacked hustlin'

This bitch just want her back busted, she call and she don't ask nothin'

A dog before, I had nothin', do fraud and got a trap jumpin'

Back to the hood, we pull up tinted-out, they know it's me

Them extras hangin' out the clip, bitch, I'm like thirty deep

Ain't tryna beef over the 'net, just meet me in the streets

I'll up the Glock and bang this bitch just like a Jose beat and throw my piece

Yeah, two phones, they both ringin', this that money callin'

My dog playin' every game, his nickname Spalding

You out here losin' every day, you need to change your partners

This bitch cute and she'll shoot, she like Candace Parker

Nigga, I still be in the trenches, I got bros who think I made it (They think I made it)

Really active, I still'll slide like I ain't famous (Like I ain't famous)

Speak on me, my dog gon' pull up, tap your head, I ain't gotta pay him (Ain't gotta pay him nothin')

Come watch me play, I hoop like Kobe, I'm the greatest, nigga

You a bitch, I'm judgin' by your Rollie size (36)

Pop, pop to your brain, yeah, it's Coney time

Flint nigga, stuffin' hoes with packs stromboli-sized

I'm rich, any nigga on this song could call to hold a dime (I got you)

Gucci windbreaker, this bitch'll keep me warm as hell

'Specially when I'm trappin' fifty sale after fifty sale

I gotta pause and get some fresh air, I can't do the smell

You a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you hit the jail (Rat)

Huh, Skydweller got my wrist chunky

The bezel got baguettes in it, that's why you see my wrist bumpy (Bling)

I'm in the club with an attitude with a bottle tryna fifth somethin'

I'm really fake drunk, I'm just on tip, I ain't sip nothin'

Five hundred in this cup, nigga, you can't get a sip of shit

Brodie wanna rob him, told him, "Clean that boy like Mister Pip"

Off dog food, made Dallas money, damn near think I'm Dennis Smith

This shit rappers' Coney Island, tell my robbers get his kit

I see niggas sweet as hell, I call my wolves, they partaking

All my boy sales, I got more bags in than Marc Jacobs

Bro a soul taker, he the one that's gon' go chase the dead

I just got another brick like "Pound Town," no Sexyy Red

The feds hit the crib for a second time, ain't found nothin'

When I want a brick, I call a plug and press the pound button

Like, order here, them bitches comin' off the pier

Last nigga I knew with the bricks, they gave him forty years

Pull up to the spot, we servin' everything like Coney Island

I just poured a trey, it made me go to sleep, I'm Obie Trice-ing

Brodie snatched an opp watch, he gotta get his Rollie tightened

Mental of a mamba, I ain't snake, I think like Kobe Bryant

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