Letra de IRL - BabyTron

(Feat. BLP KOSHER)

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

Nyah, nyah

Phew, hey

We'll pull up with a— phew

Pull up with a— ayy

Pull up with a shrink ray and turn him to a molecule

I'll go back and forth with Tron, but we'll still let them choppers deul

What I'm smoking give me jetlag, I smell like rocket fuel

Jitterbug dykin', I had that strap on me in summer school

Doggy bone a burger, on the menu, he a number two

We always on time, I fuck with Ja, but won't follow a rule

You a fucking cyber champ, like, what you got IRL?

He tried to pull up on the Dreidel Man, he tore his ACL

Caught a clothesline from Hell, cuddy turned to JBL

They knocked my sandcastle down, I left 'em lookin' 'round for shells

Grindelwald, Expelliarmus, in here cookin' up a spell

Shabbat night live on the block, this ain't SNL

Found out that your wifey on me, got you postin', "FML"

Me and Tron sippin' Pinot Grigio, I used to sip Propel

Vernors with a hint of Stilpane, I spiked my ginger ale

I ain't French, but I'm gon' give them boys sauce, bechamel

I don't do disloyalty, won't change up at a wishing well

Just in time, my cup runneth over, I'm talking Holy Grail

I'm a starter, you be playin' roles, somethin' like Tony Snell

I'm going AWOL, nationwide, not for sale

Free my unky, gave him extra time, he fightin' cops in jail

If he dissin', push him down the stairs, Thrasher Bust or Bail

Face card scorchin', jewelry frozen, my life lukewarm

Nat grabbin' on my Jew locs like they bull horns

If we catch him talkin' to the pigs, turn him to pulled pork

Still ain't eat no bacon ever since I hit it with the fork

On a quest, I take the 'Wood, Elijah, Gelato Papaya

I kicked the door, but left it open for prophet Elijah

She a snake, got venomous saliva, won't touch that vagina

She put the meat right on the plate and this ain't jambalaya

Feelin' blessed, but leave it to the fans, they call me Jugg Messiah

American Idol, we carry shit, no need to ask Mariah

Faded in your city, countin' racks, I guess I'm matchin' Tyga

I might buy my mom a motherfuckin' mansion in Vizcaya

Leave a bitch mind blown, no bazooka in her medulla

Jumpin' off the stage in MIA, but I am not Pouya

Quarter in the leaf, got me stoned like I seen Medusa

Florida boy forever, burn the wick, ooh, barracuda

Set up shop in college towns, it's Lansing, then to Tuscaloosa

Chopper send him into the abyss, don't speak on Bermuda

We'll put a shell up on his back, turn him to King Koopa

In the Caribbean, roll the opps in Dutches, this is not Aruba

Off the water, you might catch me out with Pac in Cuba

Still dead flies, but he couldn't hurt a fly like a Buddha

Opps cheesier than gouda, if it's smoke, pass me the hookah

Bless your heart in Tennessee, this chopper came from Chattanooga

Rollin' up an instrument, the zotti louder than a tuba

I would rob a cougar just to go and buy a pair of Pumas

Me and Kosher in the jungle like Timon and Pumba

I'm with A&Rs eatin' tartar, but I don't fuck with tuna

You a worker, I'm like Schwarzenegger, don't get terminated

Death row, I'm bitin' all the opps, I'm an alligator

When it's time to serve out beef, your pussy ass a salad maker

Nonpareils on my toast for all the times I pulled a caper

When it comes to profit, we ain't playin', where's the calculator?

I'm steppin' on 'em for a good cause, I'm an advocator

Touchdown in Atlanta, bitches thinkin' I'm a Falcons player

It's raining men, now it's raining blood, we some fucking slayers

Water, ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia and the Dreidel Gang

Water, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

Water, ayy, ayy

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