Letra de #TRON4PREZ - BabyTron

ShittyBoyz

Jimmy Neutron, I'm finna hit the chicken dance

This ain't Toy Story 2 when you see the chicken man

Bitch tryna get married, I am not a little lamb

European tour, ended up somewhere in Twickenham

Wockhardt slush, this is not a cherry snowcone

Game too dirty, your bitch givin' very low blows

All that tough talk, bet I'm somewhere where he won't go

Got this shit on lock like I done mastered every choke hold

Ricola

I don't need nothin', cough syrup, peach soda

Three sips of this and I'ma hit a deep coma

All this winnin' got them boys sick, Ebola, bitch

All these Percs, I should probably take a chill pill

Everybody lookin', I just cheese and let my grill grill

Cutthroat, my lil' ho'll catch a body, Kill Bill

Zotterooni got me off the rails, Thrillville

Martine Rolls millionaire, bitch, I'm a Marni menace

I can't see the hate, it's too much blood up on these Carti lenses

Dog Shit Militia, hit the function with some army weapons

Never had a hundred-dollar meal, boy, you an Arby's veteran

Cuz breakin' down—

Them [?] dude was really silver spoon, but actin' like that he was born a goon

R.I.P lil' $cam, roll a seven, then I pour a deuce

Tryna run off with our bag, end up short a shoe

Supreme overalls lookin' like I'm on a farm

Courtesy of Sun Rock, done ended up on a star

We gon' get the drop, AirTag set up on his car

Won't go out bad, I can smell a setup from the start

If it was smoke, 2012, we met up at the park

Gave an opp so many shots, he think we met him at the bar

How the fuck is you a swiper? Ain't no credit on them cards

Any time they ever said somethin', hm

Any time they ever said somethin', it was from afar

Your life, less than sign, bezel on my arm

You havin' money like sayin' the devil has a heart

Heard he died at the G-Way, my Tesla finna charge

Bet on our opponent, you gon' lose your parlay

Never opps, it's the cops if I'm in a car chase

Ho playin' games, turn her life to an arcade

Know some scammers in the UK hittin' Barclays

You the type to let some money burn a hole in your pocket

Can't relate, the pape' I got turnin' old, shit, it's rotten

Dog a pillow talker, really rushin' hoes with the gossip

When I say "MIA," I'm turnin' ghost in the Tropics

Shoutout to the plug, assignment understood

Off the Quag', Jesus take the wheel, Carrie Underwood

Whole lifestyle elevatin', you live under good

Stop actin' like you got the sauce, them your brother's juggs

You out here LOL'in', huh?

Bein' broke is a joke, so LOL these nuts

LMFAO

Ain't gotta say a thing, I can tell they broke

Your last name should be Ham like the LA coach

On Fairfax grabbin' drip for the LA show

Told my bitch stop callin', I'm in LA, ho

2 a.m. at the Beni truck, I'm in LA blowed

Bitch doin' all that talkin', show me what that pussy 'bout

An eighth of what I'm blowin' cost about a Cookie ounce

Aw, shit, the bullies out, they brought the fullies out

Ain't no leavin' 'til we pay, they gon' have to put me out

Out in Indi' scorin', Tyrese Haliburton

Twin Challies, these some Siamese cats we skrrtin'

Fifty-day tour, then it's straight back to workin'

Unc' said the day they let him out, he straight back to servin'

They like, "Tron, what bag you in?" (Mines)

Smokin' mids, pourin' green, you ain't high

That's a hundred-dollar tee, you ain't fly

So much game to soak up, you ain't wise

Scored a sweet sixteen, poured an elite eight

Ain't no point to race, you ain't even got a V8

Iced-out Audemars Piguet, still'll be late

Still tryna win sweepstakes, you a cheapskate

Why you uppin' throwbacks? It ain't 2020, bro

Eyes on the prize, I'm talkin' 20/20, bro

(Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam)

Watch how much space gets created, 2024 (Ayy)

Tron for president

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