BabyTron & Certified Trapper - Young Fly MFs
[Intro: BabyTron]
(
Ooh, Sav killed it
)
Ahem
Young— mo— mo—
Ayy
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Young fly motherfucker, I might go to DC
Touch at LAX and then I'm headed towards the DT
Somewhere on the beach, gettin' blowed, but it ain't seaweed
She a green light, not no strawberry, just a kiwi
Life's hard, so stop looking for a freebee (Huh, huh, huh)
Shouldn't believe 'em, whoever said it was easy (Huh, huh, huh)
Let a flame out the stick, this bitch a tiki (Huh, huh)
Got a ghetto bitch from south central like Dashiki
I heard the opps been bored, I'm finna put 'em in a Ouija
Full metal jackets for that cappin', put him in his beanie
We was zootin' in that shooter, now I pull up Lamborghini
A wish for a thousand wishеs, I'll scam a genie
Every timе she pop a Perc' with me, she get to actin' freaky
Blowin zoti, cuddy on probation, took a Black and freaked it
Have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the TV?
Pouring Quagen on my way to Cali, woke up, passin' Phoenix
Rockin' Pradas, totin' blickies, shit, I'm triple strapped at Neiman's
Tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
He could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
Twenty kitties back to back, let's see who got the fastest demon (Huh, huh, huh)
Time to pray for akhi, he'll wack a deacon (Huh, huh, huh)
You ain't durable, you'll miss like half the season (Huh, huh, huh)
Unreleased Gen-6, get blast to pieces (Huh, huh, huh)
(And huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
All these chains on my neck, they ain't moissanite
Your Moncler old as fuck, I just ordered mine
What happened to your money on your borderline?
Why you couldn't pop a Perc' and had to snort a line?
Excuse me 'cause I'm ridin' 'round with big shit
Big shit, walk in Galleria with a thick bitch
Thick bitch, why you ridin' in the car listed?
Listed, air a nigga shit like a whip-it
Hop out fat black trucks, thought it was Obama (What?)
Police bitch called me, I don't want no problems (What?)
My daughter like hundreds, she don't want no dollars (What?)
Fuck a bitch friend, ain't got no condoms (What?)
A hundred ain't shit, who your role model?
Perc 10 after 10, can't do no bottle
Split a nigga's shit, can't do no robbin'
Turn a loss to a lesson, can't do no sobbin'
All these fuckin' racks, need four pockets
Get up on that stage, now the show rockin'
Get up on this dick, bitch, your time tickin'
I ain't no motherfuckin' pimp, I just knock bitches
What the fuck it's gon' take for you to stop snitching?
Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hitting
[Outro: Certified Trapper]
(
Ooh, Sav killed it
)
Ahem
Young— mo— mo—
Ayy
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Young fly motherfucker, I might go to DC
Touch at LAX and then I'm headed towards the DT
Somewhere on the beach, gettin' blowed, but it ain't seaweed
She a green light, not no strawberry, just a kiwi
Life's hard, so stop looking for a freebee (Huh, huh, huh)
Shouldn't believe 'em, whoever said it was easy (Huh, huh, huh)
Let a flame out the stick, this bitch a tiki (Huh, huh)
Got a ghetto bitch from south central like Dashiki
I heard the opps been bored, I'm finna put 'em in a Ouija
Full metal jackets for that cappin', put him in his beanie
We was zootin' in that shooter, now I pull up Lamborghini
A wish for a thousand wishеs, I'll scam a genie
Every timе she pop a Perc' with me, she get to actin' freaky
Blowin zoti, cuddy on probation, took a Black and freaked it
Have you ever seen yourself when you looked up at the TV?
Pouring Quagen on my way to Cali, woke up, passin' Phoenix
Rockin' Pradas, totin' blickies, shit, I'm triple strapped at Neiman's
Tryna take out anger, treat the trigger like a hand and squeeze it
He could never come back to this side, we got him banned for treason
Twenty kitties back to back, let's see who got the fastest demon (Huh, huh, huh)
Time to pray for akhi, he'll wack a deacon (Huh, huh, huh)
You ain't durable, you'll miss like half the season (Huh, huh, huh)
Unreleased Gen-6, get blast to pieces (Huh, huh, huh)
(And huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
All these chains on my neck, they ain't moissanite
Your Moncler old as fuck, I just ordered mine
What happened to your money on your borderline?
Why you couldn't pop a Perc' and had to snort a line?
Excuse me 'cause I'm ridin' 'round with big shit
Big shit, walk in Galleria with a thick bitch
Thick bitch, why you ridin' in the car listed?
Listed, air a nigga shit like a whip-it
Hop out fat black trucks, thought it was Obama (What?)
Police bitch called me, I don't want no problems (What?)
My daughter like hundreds, she don't want no dollars (What?)
Fuck a bitch friend, ain't got no condoms (What?)
A hundred ain't shit, who your role model?
Perc 10 after 10, can't do no bottle
Split a nigga's shit, can't do no robbin'
Turn a loss to a lesson, can't do no sobbin'
All these fuckin' racks, need four pockets
Get up on that stage, now the show rockin'
Get up on this dick, bitch, your time tickin'
I ain't no motherfuckin' pimp, I just knock bitches
What the fuck it's gon' take for you to stop snitching?
Hundred drum on that bitch, it won't stop hitting
[Outro: Certified Trapper]
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