BabyTron - Top 2 lyrics

[Intro] Ooh sh*t, that's a Danny G beat Ooh, Sav killed it [Verse 1: Since99] 'Bout to order Thai takeout, you eating Hot Pockets I'm a well known Neiman stepper, you a Hot Topic 99, StanWill and Tron, we some walking buckets Middle finger to a random stranger, I'm a walking fu*k it They was tryna take the hustle out me, had to cut 'em off Double cross, tore his ACL, had to walk it off Paying for promotion only reason that you popping off Only time I'm fu*king on your b*tch is when it's in a loft [Verse 2: BabyTron] Told the plug say no more, I'ma cop 'em all Unkie got some sh*t for yo Titi that'll lock her jaw If we beefing, ain't no fighting, gotta get the chops involved Somerset shopper, eight hundred on some socks and drawers 2016, was upping ten up on Periscope Every time I'm in the function, b*tches be like, "There he go" Used to get up, now you don't, you like Derrick Rose Would've hit his ass with the pump but the barrel broke [Verse 3: Since99 & BabyTron] Hoes tryna rock some dirty Forces, that is not cute BabyTron and Since99, they say we top two Always acting funny for the net, that is not you Reach for this chain? We gon' blow him like some hot soup Reach for this chain? We gon' turn him into angel dust Why this b*tch playing dumb? She know that I came to fu*k I just-I just-I just really want the neck out you, ain't came to bust 2018, young Tron had some major thrust 2013, A. Bennett, you a major bust Told my cousin if he catch a body, he can hang with us Sign him to a 10-day if he tryna play with us Overseas, up in Euro, sh*t, I'm getting paper cuts [Verse 4: Since99] Euro stepping in these Track.2s, I'm crafty with it You the type to steal up in the crib and ask who did it Serve a quarter pound at the Lowe's, I'm a handyman Got a lotta blue and pink on me, I'm the Candyman Got me a connection overseas, he in Kazakhstan I can make your money disappear, I'm a magic man [Verse 5: BabyTron] Damn, yeah, okay, look I'll make yo money disappear, I press a single bu*ton Done talking 'bout the scams, I'm paranoid them people coming Every time you in the booth, it's weak, you chasing dreams for nothing Fourth quarter, full court press, I think that we the clutchest You won't catch me in no G Station, this the newest Tesla You won't catch me flying Spirit, lil' b*tch, I'm doing Delta Bro gon' take the buffies off the floor if you do the Velma Got a Alabama plug, might fu*k around and shoot to Selma