BabyTron - The Lost World Lyrics

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Slide down, AMG sound like a velociraptor
You got 3K in dubs, you are not a stacker
They wave riders
You just gotta sit and watch the pattern
Handyman got a hammer plus that
Bitch got a ladder hunnid rounder
Hit an opp and turn him to a fossil
Tryna catch me up in traffic? Boy
You better use some throttle
Poured up in the Gatorade
I'm sipping juice through the nozzle
Used to be the lil' dog
Now everything I do colossal
C-Can't fall off track, boy
I'm built different
Three-five of Captain Crunch Berries
Need some milk with it
Two titties on the bopstick
It got a Wilt in it
Can't trust dawg, he like Precious
Probably stеal chicken
Flying off the zaza, shit
I'm like a ptеrodactyl
Juking on the interstate
I heard 12 prepared to tackle
(They can't keep up with
This motherfucker right here) riding Forgis
Tires looking like a physics test
That 2012 Scat Pack? You need to
Lay that bitch to rest
Please, dude, Trackhawk season, lil' bitch
Let the Jeep through

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?
Where the fuck am I at right now? Am
Is this Jurassic Park?
Stash crazy, I got money older than a T-Rex
Fuck tripping in the snow
Left the short-sleeve wrecked
Wait till akhi pop a P
He ain't even tweak yet
Point it at his feet
He get to jerking like the Rejects
Triceratops, I got white horns on me
Tick-tock, let me find out
Y'all can't afford Rollies
'Bout to return it
Sick you can't even afford Coney
Boy, I'll set this bitch on fire
Got the torch on me tryna stack it up
Been on a island like John Hammond
Rap star but made my very
Very first nod scamming
Stone Cold Stunner with the stick
Let the Glock slam him
High as hell in that spaceship
I am not landing
We'll leave yo block looking
Like it's Site B
Off a three-eight of Zushi
I'm looking Chinese
Talking 'bout some red? Why yo
Double cup lime green?
Scat Packs back to back
Flying up the side street
You ain't got a dollar at the crib thinking
"Why me?"
Got a play on Jefferson, I'm finna fly east
In that white and black Hellcat
This bitch Siamese
Five hunnid giffy three times
That's a light ping
You out here sipping Yoshi, okay
Green Goblin fuck dawg
Two hunnid dollars'll have the
Fiends rob him unky got that one dog in
It ain't no leash on him
Whip fully paid off, it ain't no lease on it
Bitch, I'm balling
Working magic like I'm Franz Wagner
Mike Amiris
I don't work a job but the pants splatter
Neptune-bound off the Runtz, bitch
I'm past Saturn
2018, was in Supreme, I ain't have Thrasher
Like, did you get that fit from PacSun?
If you did you're a damn bum
"What are those?" Don't try and act dumb
Popped out with fifty on me
That's a half hun'

I think the tempo got a little faster
Blow some TP then some Skittles after
Slide down with a P-90
That's a big disaster
You ain't up a hunnid, shut it up
Better quit the chatter
Fit five thousand, drip-drop
I might slip and slide
Akhi with habibi, boy, you better get inside
Scored on a whole case and
You can't get a line
So high, one more hit, think I'm finna die
You a capper, I cannot relate
I ain't want seafood today
Went and got some steak
Broke as hell, do you ever even got a play?
Broke as hell, do you ever even got a plate?
I'm the GOAT and it's no debate
Brodie off a whole lot of yeah
Finna go to space you gotta put the work in
I can't hold yo place
I'll backhand the shit out you
Better know yo place
Hot as hell, cut the air on
Real VVS, boy, you bet not stare long
Fuck around and get Ray Charles'd
Red bottoms, stomp his head
Leave it like Hey Arnold's

Ayy