BabyTron - Space Jam lyrics

[Intro] Hokatiwi [Verse] White sticks like I dipped the buffs in a milk carton And the b*tches got the nuggets too like I'm Will Barton Four hundred dollar Chrome tee but I'm still heartless I'll have yo whole crew running like a drill sergeant I ain't on a pill trip, b*tch, I'm on a jack run Two phones slapping, had to throw away to tap one Zaza after zaza, I got black lungs Scoring through all the foul play, that's a and one Splash Bros, if I don't pull up, I know Stan will shoot Tripping in the coupe, finna crash like I'm Bandicoot Miami Beach loft with a good great Atlantic view Heard the clerk sweet like Kool-Aid, brought the jammers through Chop with the flash, we'll pause him like a photo Told her, "We a secret", I'ma dog her on the low low b*tch wanna link, if we ain't fraud then it's a no go Smoking out a two pound, balling like I'm Bol Bol fu*k, this some Gotham Runtz Undertaker, if I'm down, just know that I'm popping up Yeah, I see you mugging 'cause you peeped that I dropped the buffs Reaching? We gon' swing sticks like the ref dropped the puck Real road runner, probably won't even stop for lunch Talking like you stepping but I know that you not gon' crunch Whoop an opp to the Lord, b*tch, watch me lob him up Had to up my Jordan 1s so I went and copped a bunch I ain't gon' stop till the kid got the GOAT status Put the red beams on his face, he need Proactiv I don't need a stunt double, I'll face my own action I can score in two different fields like I'm Bo Jackson b*tch cold so I threw a Moncler coat at her And I think the b*tch know voodoo, she a soul snatcher Boy, stop rapping, you be talking sh*t that don't matter co*ky fu*k since middle school, I been a roll flasher b*tch friends ask where she at, told' em, "With her date" Smile tugging on the [?] brodie trigger happy Out here, you going out bad but in Flint, you chatty For the hundredth time, I hopped in and I zipped my baggy No lag, 7.62s, they'll flip yo Cady Blowing out the new cookies pack, I be missing Cali On telegraph with the scope, can hit a opp in Ypsilanti Scored sixty out in New York, told the Knicks to draft me Two hundred dollar sea food, finna make a mess That ain't olive oil when you see unkie apron wet Chase hoes? Nah, I'd rather go and chase a check Since you got a big heart, told bro to aim for chest b*tch called me "broke", told that ho they must've laced her meth I don't mean to dog hoes, you can go and thank my ex We ain't in the Hellcats tonight, catch us racing 'Vettes Loyalty so rare, won't even let a b*tch take my test Off some chill sh*t, ran up a hundred in these pair of Crocs Woke up with zero fu*ks to give, boy, I swear to God Skrrt around, whip roaring like a Triceratops Hitter brought the stick to San Fran like he Barry Bonds Sealed pint, boy, I gotta charge you for every drop Hustle dying wish, boy, my life wasn't Fairy Odd That ain't Hutch, I see you grab that watch out of Jared's box Took my b*tch OT and told her be prepared to shop Melrose, Rodeo, back to back drip trips Lauren London type b*tch, blues on me, RIP Nip Got it out the mud, in the hood like a dipstick Cuz thirtheen, he'll pull up shooting off his RipStik Ray Lewis, catch you with the bag, I'ma hit stick Twenty thousand in the restaurant and didn't tip sh*t Lil' light skin, lip gloss, don't do lip stick b*tch, I got a squad full of goons like I'm Trick Trick [Outro] Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz