BabyTron - Awful Lotta Yeah Lyrics

(Energy made this one)

Heavy on the drank, light up on the pistol (baow)
Heavy on the drank, boy, I don't need no ice
Took his ice like, "Shit, you could keep your life"
"Where you from? What you wearin'? I ain't see your stripes"
On the classic side of things, I'm in here pourin' lean on Sprite
On the other side of things, might switch up to the cream soda
If I sip it, boy, it's red or purple, I don't drink Yoda
Tell 'em sick you, once he get to bitin', throw my dog a treat
Shit, turn your pocket inside out, I heard the talk is cheap
Wrist full of Vs, call the plumber, it's a faucet leak
I got the full payment on me, I won't even talk a lease
Went and got a limo tinted, I'm just livin' cautiously
Out here sippin' r-erock, you livin' life nauseously
Twelve flicked the foreign, asked if I was smokin' pot
Bro'll turn your scandy to a striker if the door's unlocked (skrrt)
I just met Jorge at the loadin' dock
Road runnin', flyin' home like I got a show to watch
All I know is pour and drop
High as hell, I poured a four of Wock' by four o' clock (damn)
If you know the spot, then pull up, it's an open shot
Brodie catchin' bodies back to back to back to back to back to back
He need a golden chop (brrt)
Warriors around me, this ain't Golden State
Cuddy route runnin', touchin' down like he Golden Tate
The worst thing to be is stuck froze in place
Pull up to the scene, up pole and spray
Told the gang if it's up, I'm one phone away
My cleats tight, I'm in the field to jump on a play (come here)
It's only 10 A.M., this blunt four today
Bitch, I'm on my grind like I'm Tech Deckin'
I'll send them soldiers out like a text message
I remember Western Union with the test questions
I remember I ain't stacked a thing, that was the best lesson
I remember back when it was Acty, I ain't sip Quali'
You better purchase helmets, we don't shoot to hit bodies
Sickest presidential ticket, he done copped a Mitt Romney
Designer wrapped around my head, clutchin' on the Drac', bitch call me big ocky
In here wrestlin' with these RTAs, bitch, it might get sloppy (shit)
On stage, I refuse to let you Chris Rock me (shit)
All these damn cuss words, they can't Kidz Bop me
All I gotta say is one word and it'll get choppy
Vs on my neck, they dancin' like a TikToker
Wake up, throw it on, I'm what you consider a drip dropper
I was horsin' back in school, you got bullied and switched lockers
Lame
This the winner's circle
This ain't grape Kool-Aid, I'm in here sippin' purple
Every obstacle, shit, is gettin' hurdled
We'll wet 'em with them shells, treat this bitch like Squirtle
I thought that you was out here scorin', show it
Expensive pants on my legs, Warren Lotus
On the road off a P, hop in that Ford and focus
In the lab with Lando in here pourin' potions (brrt)

Dub on me like I'm Desto
Off a lot of cough syrup, look like Pepto
You was sippin' Par, was one up like a birdie
Brodie off Tris' time, one blunt, and a thirty