Letra de Luh Tyler Flow - BabyTron

Whew, ayy

I had lil' boy money, had to go and grow up

Ayy, she got bomb head on her, but I still won't go and blow her phone up

Treat the jeweler like a gym, the buffies got me toned up

Said you did it, so what? You gon' have to show us

I ain't lay up with yo' bitch, but I'm equipped with pro touch

Sniper peepin' out they crib, he finna throw the drone up

Shawty got the most to say, but she don't really know much

Played it by the law, I stayed down, now I'm froze up

Know some scammers loadin' up, shooters with they poles tucked

Pop a P, I'm floatin', the drank I'm sippin' potent

Blicky on me pokin', they don't even notice

Strapped up like a Trojan, the Addy got me focused

All these bitches bogus, the roll so big, can't fold it

It's a blowout on the score, we leavin' them boys hopeless

Why you rappin' 'bout that foreign whip? You never drove it

Bro up in the store lit, the zotty got me chokin'

I'm the boss, the beat done came to me for some promotion

I'm all in, devoted, in first place, we golden

Her pussy, yeah, I own it, my wrist, you think it's swollen

It's ice chunks, it's ice chunks, it's ice chunks, I'm frozen

Take a hit and hold it, the stress that I'm blowin'

We caught him in the street and left him grilled right on Conan

Free my unky, everyday, I check his OTIS

Yo' bitch be runnin' straight to me, say you controllin'

Stilpane in the soda, spike my Jones

I get some game and soak it, so much of it, we coachin'

Silencer up on the K, I tucked it in my Ksubi jeans

Ho', that's only two, be actin' like you made the movie screen

Titi in the kitchen with a book, her codename Junie B

What I'm rollin' up, it's loud enough to make yo' roomie leave

'Vert, it go skrrt-skrrt

Before the better start, go through the worst first

Always knew I'd be a star since my first verse

They prayin' on my downfall and that the curse works

Put 'em in a church shirt

Chew the yerc', it's chewin' back, used to that, you knew to that

Brodie catchin' plays plus some jacks, let me include the hats

Move the bag, you shoot the bag? Might lose the bag, but who's to blame?

AP skelly cost one-fifty with no diamonds, super plain

She just licked the spirit out me 'fore her Uber came

And I think she boost my IQ, lil' bitch got tutor brain

Glocks, chops, ARPs, and Drac's, you got a Ruger, lame

Doing eighty on the interstate, this why the troopers trained

Tour bus off the shroomies, now that's road trippin'

Shit, I'm feelin' like the young Ye, this bitch gold diggin'

They don't stand on no business, Wocky make my soul glisten

Clothes vintage, I just wish I had some Act' to pour with it

Cuddy ain't even got a permit, catch him on the stove whippin'

Why you in yo' ho' business? Askin' did I hit the bitch, like, is the globe spinnin'?

Freaky ho', she dome givin'

This the Mitten, thousand-dollar coat 'cause it might snow inches

I had lil' boy money, had to go and grow up

Ayy, she got bomb head on her, but I still won't go and blow her phone up

Treat the jeweler like a gym, the buffies got me toned up

Said you did it, so what? You gon' have to show us

I ain't lay up with yo' bitch, but I'm equipped with pro touch

Sniper peepin' out they crib, he finna throw the drone up

Shawty got the most to say, but she don't really know much

Played it by the law, I stayed down, now I'm froze up

Know some scammers loadin' up, shooters with they poles tucked

Pop a P, I'm floatin', the drank I'm sippin' potent

Blicky on me pokin', they don't even notice

Strapped up like a Trojan, the Addy got me focused

All these bitches bogus, the roll so big, can't fold it

It's a blowout on the score, we leavin' them boys hopeless

Whew, ayy, ski

Luh Tyler flow, you know

Ayy, hey, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams

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