BabyTron – Punch God 2 lyrics

Shittyboyz!!

[Verse]
Woke up thinking like I need more paper
I wouldn't save a bitch in a vlone cape
The J [?], ain’t no t bone steak
Thinking that you wet in that [?] Bape
I dropped Will 12 times on the shoes
So when I'm in the cast make sure I'm in the Lubes
Cheat code activated ain’t no way to lose
I'm running up a check like I got some weight to lose
I told the bitch she got my heart, but I don't got one (Haha)
Pretty bitch let me hit before I dropped one
Upped on the opps, I'ma score and let the clock run
Chop like a Newport, if it smokes i'ma pop lungs
Fuck the past it don't matter what it was (It don't)
I been big up, I want to jugg just because
Light Years ahead of you, I'm feeling like I'm Buzz
We met one time, you got the nerve to call me cuz
That shit crazy, spinning hoes like the Hokey Pokey (Spinners)
Everytime I drop a song, I see them goat emoji’s
Acting tuff so when you see me out, you supposed to show me
Stop flashing sticks, shoot that bitch since he supposed to blow me
But you ain’t, you a bitch and you know it
Actions speak louder than words so i'ma show it
She looked me in my eyes and said “Babytron you goated”
Almost nutted in her mouth, bitch took me out my focus (What the fuck)
She said it don’t look like you Swipe, that's the whole point (Bitch)
You worried bout a scan, bitch I'm coming Rolls Royce
Jumped in my bag like I ain't have no choice
Runtz beating ass, boy I ain’t got no time to smoke joints
Wear the hoes thru', I'm talking finish
They said I look like Drake Bill, Bitch I'm still trippin' (I am)
They praying that I lose, Look bitch I'm still winning (I am)
Count my blessings everyday, But I'm still sinning
Light Skin bitch from the Ville, and her head great
I'm talking A+, bitch made my legs shake
I'm a hundred like a [?]
Bapes wet as hell, I remember rocking Red Ape
Every bitch that doubted me gon' regret it
Looked at the sky and told God that's where I'm headed
If I get online and grab a punch it's a Debit
If I send that bitch in the store, it's some credit (Slide)
Nike Tech, could give a fuck about a fit
Jack after jack could give a fuck about a brick
Ten bands on me give a fuck about some drip
Jammed and I slide could give a fuck about some [?]
Had her tapping out like I know jiu jitsu
You can't hit this Wood, Boy it's gon' hit you
If I was broke like you, I'd be pissed too
Feel like Vin Diesel, hit the block then I drift through
I gave a bitch my heart, and she threw it in the dirt
If it ain't the truth, I won't put it in a verse
Feel like Undertaker, i'll throw them in a Hearse
Left the bitch sick, I need to throw her to a nurse
I ain't playing checkers, I was taught to play chess (I was)
Ain't nobody in this bitch looking like a threat
Lead in this Glock i'ma put ‘em to the test
Heart in my T-shirt, wish I could put it in my chest
I'm on yo ass that's for everyone ahead of me
Wouldn't care if you was dte, Fuck yo' energy
Swear you hard bodied, got female tendencies
Fendi belt looking like the grade I got in Chemistry (F's)
Fuck Call Of Duty, Broddie on a kill streak
Want to be my wife, But she just a little freak
Got his first pair of Yeezys, now doggie feel sweet
Shittyboyz what? I swear to God y'all kill me
I'd still stand out if I was laying down (Stand out)
Super scents, I can smell when it's a play around
First time I loaded up I was playin' ‘round
Feel like Clyde Drexler with the slides, bitch I'm blazing now
28 Waist the Glock can't fit cause they skinny
Bro shoot like Curry, walk away do the Shimmy
Talkin' ‘bout cuffin lol bitch you silly
It's Tron out bitch cut it out with the Jimmy