BabyTron - Cold World lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] This b*tch is loud as hell Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that? Damn, Machu, why you have to do 'em like that? Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse 1: StanWill] Burning rubber in the Challey when I skrrt around Summer '19, was giffy trips and turn arounds Every Glock you see me with come with a thirty round Real life scammer, b*tch, I do the sh*t you heard about b*tch, bro Sprite got a dab of Wocky Me and gang stepping through this b*tch, we the Jabbawockeez MIA scoring touchdowns, think our ass the Dolphins Tryna grab the chain off my neck? You gon' grab a coffin [Verse 2: TrDee] Ayy Watch that backdoor, you might just see yo mans running out It's a cold world, you never know what ni**as do for clout Told her add me up, why the fu*k the b*tch start losing count? Tables always turned, we the ones they used to talk about Huh, chain got a couple colors, baby, come and see the water The way that you hoes act, I pray that I don't have a daughter Don't compare no ni**as 'cause I swear to God my ni**as harder Young turnt ni**a, I'm just looking for a Mrs. Parker [Verse 3: BabyTron] Caught him at the bus stop dripping, with his cool-ass I would listen to that new tape but you ass Coupe too fast, couldn't see it when we flew past sh*t talking to a random b*tch, with my rude-ass Went from bench player to a star, feel like MVP Big-ass crib, the type you used to see on MTV Who don't scam? Really got a dummy finna send me cheese Real jack stacker, as we speak, finna catch me three [Verse 4: StanWill] Jake hit my telly every time a new season drop ​iPhone got more sauce in it than a pizza box Ironic how all my dawgs gotta flee the cops Lil' b*tch think I'm SpotEmGottem when I beat the box [Verse 5: TrDee] Really came from Cali but my b*tch is a Miamian fu*k what you heard, ni**a, tell me what you said to him He be like me, why the fu*k would I be scared of him? Strap got some nuts, you would've thought this b*tch a lesbian [Verse 6: BabyTron] Somewhere on the road jamming, unkie in the trap with [?] Dior t-shirt cost eight, you in Abercrombie Fat b*tch tryna flirt with me like her ass ain't sloppy Red and purple spike walkers looking like a bag of Takis [Verse 7: StanWill] I done turned a hundred jacks in, you can ask my akhi Bro'll slide with a stick on him and a mask like hockey Turned the tables on his tough-ass when I flashed the Glocky I was down below, now I'm rich, thought my ass was Roddy [Verse 8: TrDee] You said you made what? Let me show you something If you still scared to take a risk, you ain't gon' get you nothing I took a risk and spent my last just to load up Found a fire site and some dumps then we Pro'd up [Verse 9: BabyTron] Ksubi pockets fat as hell, I'm looking like a sumo wrestler Clip longer than a paragraph, I'll shoot a lecture Too clutch, I'ma hit the winning shot through the pressure Spread out the dog sh*t, it's longer than a school semester [Outro: BabyTron] Yeah Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz