BabyTron - Bugs Bunny lyrics

[Intro] sh*t, that's a Danny G beat sh*t, that's a Danny G beat Yeah (I am the King) Finna go, yeah I'm finna tear yo lil', yeah Finna tear yo b*tch (Ayy) Man Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse] Finna tear yo b*tch walls down like a termite Road running, this a checkpoint, hit the turnpike Pull up on you for that cheese, I'm the big worm type sh*t talking white boy, I'm Cena with the word "life" White Mountain Dew like King Buu, now I look like Kirby Chicken on his head, watch that boy get cooked like turkey First bird gets the worm, lil' b*tch, I'm jugging early Thinking that he shooting like he Curry, we done took his .30 In a Vert with a lil' Uzi, feel like Baby Pluto I ain't high off the first 'Wood when I'm facing two more Hmm, oh your buffs? Got 'em straight from kudos One up ain't enough, we gon' slide and make it 2-0 Human Race with the green tag straight from StockX Road run, punch jacks, and you know I drop checks Real baller, I'll drop sixty and will not sweat Sick of this lil' b*tch, all she got is hot breath Out the country, upping yin, on my tourist sh*t When I touch down, it's MIA, good Florida trips She don't put pape in my pocket? I ignore the b*tch Christian Dior, Louboutin, on my foreign drip Board the plane, first class Delta if I board that b*tch I was looking for assists, now I'm on my scoring tip I'ma let it blow if an opp looking towards my blick Reach for this chain? A dude's gonna take a florist trip Finna get some trop, my b*tch on her Tim Hortons tip Pocket got a knot, I get flashy when I'm bored and sh*t Feel like Paul Revere, come through and I'm horsing sh*t Pushing foreign sh*t, oh sh*t, you can't afford a Lyft? This a scam house, finna get up on my order tip But I can take you to the dope spot where they snorting sh*t 2K foot work, Virgil did the Jordan kicks I can hear the bag talking to me, on my Dora tip Real life sh*t talker, b*tch, I drip water I can turn the crowd up, spot jump like Vince Carter How the fu*k my pop look like Flint water? Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy, you gotta switch chargers Swear to God, really I'm just preaching in this b*tch fu*king racks up, walk out Neiman's leaving drip b*tch named "Angel" and the demon doing dick Going 160, I might make the Demon do a flip [Hook] Stiff-arm, spin move, b*tch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*tch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a b*tch then make her get the fu*k out [Bridge] Yeah, then make her get the fu*k out Yeah, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now Huh, follow me on clubhouse b*tch, yeah Huh, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy sh*ttyBoyz [Hook] Stiff-arm, spin move, b*tch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*tch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something, just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a b*tch then make her get the fu*k out [Outro] Stiff-arm, spin move, b*tch, I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, b*tch, I'm up now Every time I look at my wrist, think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when we hear that hush sound Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz