BabyTron - MVP Season Lyrics

Ayy, ShittyBoyz

I let her hit the za two times
Had her tapping out
The beef ain't dead until you dead, nah
We can't scrap it out
Bro got three zips and a dream
Tryna trap it out
Road runner, 'fore I hit the South
I gotta map it out
Was never finna lollygag I'm on
The fully active route stab on yo bitch
Run out the crib and then I'm stabbing out
You spent yo last on that jokes up
What is to laugh about?
You can't pick on me
I'm in the foreign with the gadget now
Fourteen hundred dollar kicks
I got expensive habit's now
I used to rock whatever up to school
My fit be matching now
I ain't never sold a gram of crack
I took the scamming route
This a big-ass 30 clip
You took the standard route
Couple thou' a day off PUA
So I be cashing out
The same dude talking like the plug
I heard he lagging out
HD quality up on the whip
When I be backing out
Better back back, bitch, I hit pedestrians
I been horsing opp, shit
I should've did equestrian
You ain't sloppy with the head, bitch
Bring yo bestie then you a cool guy
Up a ticket and impress me then
Pop from Korea with the Wock'
These exotic swigs
As-salamu alaykum with habibi
We don't rock with pigs
Don't disrespect me
You won't never catch me zipped bag season
I told brodie go and hop in his
Ha ha, yeah, it's the zipped baggy season
On 96, we big tripping, zigzagging Demons
You might have a money phone
But my shit actually beeping
Somerset my second home
I spend big racks in Neiman's
Just a warning
I'm a shit talking flashy motherfucker
Intoxicated off a four
Might crash this motherfucker
Chain water, that's yo ass
You tried to snatch this motherfucker
ShittyBoyz, we shitting on the opps
Go ask them motherfuckers
Mark tripped on the beat
I spent six on my sneaks
Ten deep in Goose coats
We flocking in this bitch like geese
Gave the lil' bitch Perky work
I had to switch my tee
If the bag right in South Dakota
Take the shit on feet
When I drop "Luka Trončić"
They gon' hit repeat
Bitch used to spin so if she calling
Hit her with the beep
Out of town dripping sauce and
My lil' bitch on fleek
If it's smoke, we gon' blow his ass, boy
He Swisher sweet knocked his top off
We done left the opp incomplete
I just popped that one thang
Now I got that itch in me
Bro off Wock' in his Triple S
Catch him triple Z's
Crazy that a baldhead done turned
Him into Mr clean
I just wanna thank my scam fam, boy
This BIN so heat
Dre blew like eighty on his watch
Got his wrist on freeze
Doing doughnuts in a Hellcat
This ain't Krispy Kreme
Bro lying to his PO
Talking 'bout his system clean

Huh, yeah, bitch (yeah, bitch)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz)