PAROLES
BabyTron – Let’s Get It! Lyrics
[Intro]
(Damjonboi)
Shit, Jon-man
[Chorus]
Shit, let’s get it (Shit)
Cloud of smoke from the ‘Woods and the ‘Vette spinnin’
Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin’ (Hey)
Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin’ (Hah)
I ain’t even use an app, I’m off ten whippets
Taught the dog a new trick, I’m playin’ fetch with it (Atta boy)
Cuddy, he ain’t got an L’s, in the ‘Rex whippin’
Red sippin’, how my cup look, you think I bled in it (Ah)
[Verse]
.308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin’ (Brrt)
I was feelin’ out of reach before the jet lifted (Yoom)
Dog food and Hellcats, we ain’t pet sittin’
I can sell a body in the hood like I’m Craigslistin’ (Yup)
You don’t wanna cross that line, you’l be X finished (Blender)
Playin’ with our name, I bet we pay respect visits
Layin’ with your bitch in y’all bed, havin’ sex in it
Course I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin’
Me and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits
When I fly MIA, it’s Design District
When we mob NYC, it be SoHo
Melrose when we out west, you should know, bro
Left him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (Brrt)
Bitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro
We ain’t even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo
Only thing I’m dodgin’ in this Chally is the po-pos
All this (Shh), could turn the ‘burbs to a dope zone (Hey)
Had to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (Corn)
Need to go to urgent care, I’m sick of broke hoes
Tell a bitch, « The truth hurts, it’s better if you don’t know » (Swear)
Show you that you lil’ bro and make you go home
Plug takin’ all day, he throwin’ off my mojo
Bricks and punches all around, this a dojo
Fill a Solo up with Stily, I’ll kill it by my dolo
I can’t even pump my gas, they want a photo (Damn)
Pass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (Fuck)
PLR get to kickin’ like it’s Bolo
I don’t need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (Nope)
Fuck a strike three, he on his third out
Walkin’ out of Berner’s with more Cookies than a Girl Scout
Pull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out
It might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house
Shit, I always knew that this is how it’d turn out
I be grindin’ nine to five, but I ain’t take the work route
I be workin’ eight to eight, you think I had a job?
Ganger hoppin’ out the tourbus, they thinkin’ that’s the mob (It’s us)
Spinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)
If I send the load through, can you get it?
Split it? Flip it? Handle the logistics?
Boy, my shooter beat the case, they ain’t have accurate ballistics (Nope)
[Outro]
Shit, let’s get it (Shit)
Cloud of smoke from the ‘Woods and the ‘Vette spinnin’
Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin’ (Hey)
Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin’ (Hah)
I ain’t even use an app, I’m off ten whippets
Taught the dog a new trick, I’m playin’ fetch with it (Atta boy)
Cuddy, he ain’t got an L’s, in the ‘Rex whippin’
Red sippin’, how my cup look, you think I bled in it (Ah)
