BabyTron - The Office lyrics

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BabyTron - The Office lyrics

[Verse] You won't catch me working in a office, I'm my own boss Dog sh*t Militia, we ain't worried with the low cost All that humble sh*t dead now, I'm finna show off Shooting what? Wintertime, wouldn't even throw a snowball Black Russ', put it in rotation, now I'm activated Stack something, why you always at the crib? You acting lazy I think you really hate yourself, I don't think you actually hate me G-O-A-T, my jersey where the banners hanging I can talk sh*t, walk drip, b*tch, I do it all Yo team would've won a couple games if you would move the ball He was talking crunchy, .223, I sent it through his jaw Overtime up in the lab lately, ain't been doing fraud If we catch yo plug, he gon' need his system rebooted Running out of bullets, flip the clip, switch and keep shooting All that fake tough sh*t y'all do? I can see through it Tryna clear my mind, just reclining on a beach, cooling Y'all can't fu*k with me, just a quick reminder Ain't nobody with me throwing jabs, nah, these some pistol fighters Dawg asking back to back questions, where's his hidden wire? Stop talking 'bout we kin, you wasn't with me in the fires Crack a joke? I'll put you in a suit like you Steve Carell Hit his b*tch on cam and sent the vid, he can keep that L Fraud God, thank God that I ain't never seen a cell Why yo mans sitting in jail? Y'all must not believe in bail Been the chosen one since day one, that's just my destiny Of course dubs matter but the L's is where the lessons be Come and get yo b*tch, she right on D like the letter "E" If they see what's in the trunk, I'ma catch a felony Then I for sure can't get no damn job 201s, 101s, I'm jamming till my hands throb Got it out the mud, now we winning by a landslide Yo boyfriend a burger, b*tch, you looking like the damn fry Huh, oh, y'all a Happy Meal, ain't y'all? When we slide down and, it ain't paintball Three five of Runtz knock me out like it's Jake Paul Winning ain't the same without the haters, gotta thank y'all sh*ttyBoyz up now, can y'all stop snoring? If I'm on FanDuel, bet on me 'cause I won't stop scoring My Asian pull up with a harpoon but it is not Nordisk It's fu*ked up yo son gon' be a snake like you Bob Orton Visa kit, hit the reader with a RKO They always talking 'bout when they be loyal, not the part they don't If you hit this turtle pie once, you gon' start to choke Headliner, still'll turn it up if I start the show b*tch, I'm only twenty, young as hell, sh*tting on yo pops I ain't worried, in a minute we'll be sitting at the top When you hop up in yo bag, make sure you zip it till it lock You can hear the time ticking, nah, I'm tripping, that's his watch [Outro] Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz