BabyTron - Early Bird Lyrics

(242) shittyBoyz

Turned fifteen to a thirty, I ain't even try
Chopstick make me feel immortal
I can't even lie ran up a check in some
Sneaks I ain't even tie
Roadran down to the A, I ain't even fly
Swear to God y'all ain't doin' shit
Try and cross me, nail him to it
Get him crufixed
Feelin' too good in the strip
I done threw a strip
ShittyBoyz, if you don't know about us
Better Google it
I'ma flip the script if I hit the switch
2010, you was losin' fights, boy
You been a bitch
Foreign kicks hit for a sleeve
Off a drippy 'fit
We just found out what he lease
He better switch his whips
And if he don't, we finna crack his taco
We be ballin' еarly in the morning
You can ask Alonzo backpack boys, Backwood
Please don't pass a fronto
Plеnty shots for the both of y'all
Since your man so macho
They gon' name the block after y'all
Heard his last song
It had a whole lot of cap involved
You gon' get that lil' shot swat
Better pass the ball you was sleep
I was gettin' to it at the crack of dawn
Early bird gets the worm, don't it?
Third degree from the monkey nuts
I left a burn on 'em
I can get 'em killed for a verse
Put some words on 'em
People stabbed me in my back
I would've never turned on 'em
But that's alright
'cause I learned from 'em
Duke said, "You young as hell
The best and the worst comin'"
Unky told me 'bout your unky
Told me he ain't serve nothin'
Got the ups for real
You can catch me off the vert' dunkin'
I can't be fucked with
But that ain't nothin' new
Bitch jaw dropped seein' fifty
This ain't nothin', boo
Thousand dollar Nikes on my pivots
Just for runnin' shoes
Fuck an L, lately all I been seein' is W's
Japanese creme soda
Turned it into jungle juice
Runnin' up on tip
Guarantee we gon' humble you
If we hear it's bread on your head
We gon' crumble you
Stop talkin' like we cool, dude
I don't fuck with you
ShittyBoyz, but we ain't number two
Rapstar, remember when my songs was
At a hundred views
Firework, if I really could
I'd punch a coupe
SB for real, that's the gang, bitch
We stuck like glue hundred deep
That's a scary sight for any crew
Lil' freak bitch
Hoops in like she Betty Boop
Crackheads, AF1s, run it up in Nelly shoes
Talkin' 'bout he want it head on
But I bet he juke
Bitch, I wouldn't dodge beef in a Hellcat
Roll the windows down, Turtle Pie
Let 'em smell that
Lookin' at the pockets on them jeans
Can you spell flat? How is you a winner? You
Done took a thousand L's, jack
Been a hustler since birth
Comin' in with chip work gold Hutch chain
It look like when butter get churned
If that bitch jam
Better pray that other stick work
Bro ain't got no screws
He done brought the cutter in church

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ShittyBoyz