BabyTron - Heart Break Kid lyrics

[Intro] b*tch, yeah Sipping Activis, I ain’t playing, yeah Sipping Activis, I, yeah Sipping Activis, ayy What? You ain’t seen real VVS? Yeah [Verse] What? You ain’t seen real VVS? Unky made a hundred out the Greenfield CVS Ex b*tch down bad, surprised she ain’t need me yet Amiri jeans, B22s, I know you see me wet Buffs on, bodybuilder, b*tch, you gon’ see me flex Red and blue tint on the lens, this a 3D set Hit Chase with a fluke, that’s a easy check Stack it up, young dawg, you can’t be me yet At this point I don’t talk, the beat talk to me If I don’t scoop girly, bet that she gon’ walk to me Punch God, made a quick dub off a piece Cuz damn near got a kеnnel, bully off the leash I ain’t lying, got thе, and we got the, yeah Traffic light pints, green, yellow, and we got some red In my Vlone with the fam, I ain’t got no friends Paranoid, woke up out my sleep, damn near shot the bed Shooting moves, whip tinted, I’m just blowing Cookie If we catch doggy in traffic, we gon’ get to blowing fully I ain’t got a heart, my baby had to go and Chrome the hoodie Star player, swear to God that I was feeling GOAT, was rookie Smiling at the top, I proved everybody wrong When you down, I swear to God, it feel like everybody gone Backwood, Backwood, b*tch, everybody blown Ice, ice, everybody froze You better get a lawnmower, everybody snaking Reminiscing ‘bout the past, like, everybody changing sh*ttyBoyz, we in the club, b*tch, everybody raining One thing you gotta know is not everybody make it Not everybody famous, not everybody greatness Waited on my time, you gotta know not everybody patient Trackhawks, Hellcats, it look like everybody racing Whole gang look Asian, b*tch, everybody facing Million dollar thoughts, billion dollar dreams If the team down two, best believe I got a three Two thousand dollar SB’s, you cannot rock these sneaks In my ‘Miris off a ten, I ain’t popping jeans They don’t hear me though, mask up, Mysterio Talking ‘bout his b*tch fu*king? Well that’s yo theory, bro On the road irritated at that Siri ho PUA baller, I can tell that you clearly broke Quite frankly I can tell that you need some help Yeah, the dubs feel good but, dude, you gon’ see some L’s Pull up with a chop chalupa clip, make him eat a shell Caught doggy in my ashtray tryna reach for tails I don’t sell weed, you want some? Better bring a scale Back door season, slide through, we ain’t ring his bell Quick ten, seven off a, other three from Zelle Told my b*tch, “We going shopping when the lady bring the mail” I can’t be fu*ked with on a bad day Even when [?] I wake up and I bag chase Heartbreak kid, I’ll leave her with a sad face Tryna keep up? Boy, yo dumbass in last place Tryna keep up? Boy, you need to get yo sh*t together Charged up two times, lil’ b*tch, the whip a Tesla So much ice on my body, damn near switch the weather Gang and ‘em’ll, and flip the clip wherever