BabyTron - Half-Blood Prince lyrics

[Intro] sh*t, that’s a Danny G beat [Verse] Me and gang flying ‘round with sticks like we playing Quidditch Crazy it don’t cost a damn thing for us to pay a visit Back to back to back shots, T-Mac, it won’t take a minute VIP at LV, I ain’t even wait a minute Working magic with these Visas, would’ve thought I cast a spell Five figures, guarantee my hitman send his ass to Hell Caught yo mans digging in my tray blowing ashy tails Why yo mans sitting up in jail? Someone grab his bail Slytherin, the Sorting Hat sense the snake in yo blood Put that money down, boy, I go and play with a dub We ain’t come to play, paid extra K’s in the club OVO, let it rock and roll, Drac’ with the drum Off-White on a off night, this the boss life Let him blitz left, QB, I’ma toss right Yo b*tch easy, first night, was out her drawers twice Dog life, hellhounds ‘round me and they all bite Star player, finna lead my team to victory Unky never stepping out the kitchen ‘cause his wrist too sweet Scooby-Doo, hopping out the van, gon’ leave a mystery Should’ve went to Hogwarts, I’m doing wizardry Alright, here, bro, hold the torch Black Dior trench coat, look like Voldemort How you saying I ain’t balling? You don’t even know the sport Back season, leave his house with a open door 7.62s’ll fu*k around and slay a dragon I’m just waking up, I’m Mr. Make-It-Happen You in the jungle acting tough? You just fake adapting Walking in the stu’ high as hell, finna make some captions Riding out in Cali, tinted sprinter, on our tourist sh*t Thinking that yo fit drippy? I got newer kicks Hit yo b*tch early, hit the stu’ from like two to six Bro Sub-Zero, drop the buffs with the bluest tint Sliding with a 201, jam the chip then dip Lil’ b*tch need a gold medal, how she hit the splits Punch God, fu*ked the site up till they fix the glitch Saks then Finkle back to back, gotta hit the Fifth Alright, here we go, I’m finna take them fu*kers on a chase Zaza Man, bought a P of Gushers for the taste Three five of Runtz, b*tch, I’m blowing thunder to the face I don’t love sh*t about that b*tch other than the face Bin Reaper on my MacBook, I’m yo vendor’s vendor Boy, you on the wrong track, you need to get yo head together Clutch player, boy, I play better pressured Scam God, I’ll wear a Nike tech wherever Riding ‘round with a Draco, Malfoy Winning now, heard they envy me like CalBoy Brodie off a 30, popping Percs like they Altoids Jack Man, made a quarter ticket off a Android [Outro] But, you know, happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times. If one only remembers to turn on the light