BabyTron - Blankman Lyrics

Bitch (Bally B on the beat)
Digging Cookie out the yeah

Digging Cookie out the 'bow
I don't smoke out zips
Hopping out the 'Vette
Fifty on me on some show out shit
Deadstock man, wear 'em once
I'm known to throw out kicks
Up twenty-one on the opps
On some blowout shit
Oh, he nappy headed? 223s
Get his 'fro picked
Last shot, Jordan, on my GOAT shit
Four figure play
I do my dance when the phones ship
Warning to the wave riders
You'll get your boat flipped
Designer trench coat, mixing potion
I'm Professor Snape
Stop talking 'bout the punchеs
Heard you featherwеight
Got it out the mud, a strategist, bitch
I'm forever straight live my dream now
Remember used to pray for better days
In my bag like some Better Made
Cut into the lil' freaky bitch like
"Give me head or skate"
BabyTron, I come first like the letter A
Streets a game of chess
You gon' lose tryna checker play
Still scamming
I been in this Nike Tech for days
Still Tron Madden
Still out of town setting plays
In Blue Flame, bitch
I'm mister make the weather change
Flying 'round in traffic
Looking for a Scat to race
Back when we was underdogs
We made a lot of brackets break
Wake up and get to this shit the active way
All these posts on the 'Gram
I hope you wore a cap today
Doggie hating in the comments
I just know his shoes dirty
Pocket full of blue hundreds
'script full of blue thirties road runner
I done drove from Oregon to New Jersey
Young as hell balling
Damn near need a Duke jersey
Slide down the opp block
Look like a nuke hit it
Supreme bust my fucking head
Three hundred for two fitteds
SBDSM, it's obvious the crew shitting
Lost some spikes, fuck around
I need some new Christians
Lost some cheese sliding dumps
I got a new vendor bitch ask a question
N-O my favorite two letters wocky purchase
Call Ron 'cause he the juice checker
Diors out the box, I'm a B22 stepper
Threw the nuts on this bitch
It got a new gender stand in Track 2s
Are you crazy? We don't do Sketchers
Oh, it's snow falling? Bitch
It's Goose weather
Thousand dollar coats, thousand dollar cups
We living fancy
Fake ID in T-Mobile, bitch, I'm Mister Camby
Face card hot as hell
I had to tint the Chally
Opps soft as hell from the
City down to Ypsilanti
If I'm lying, bitch, I'm flying
I'm still ten toes i just scored six
Catch me dancing in the end zone
Wii stick with the switch, this not Nintendo
Thirteen slips on the drip, this not a Kenzo
Hundred fresh cards, Damon Wayans
I'm the blank man leaving Chase
I just did my "I just bust the bank" dance
I just got the head from your
Bitch with the face cam
Black and blue Amiri jeans
I'm chilling off the Space Jam
On my laptop, yeah
I'm still pushing years through
The Cookie came from Cali' and the bed too
Leaving Revive, Palm Angels did the sweatsuit
Five star hotel
Heard you fucked up at Red Roof