BabyTron - The Office Lyrics

You won't catch me working in a office
I'm my own boss dog Shit Militia
We ain't worried with the low cost
All that humble shit dead now
I'm finna show off
Shooting what? Wintertime
Wouldn't even throw a snowball
Black Russ', put it in rotation
Now I'm activated stack something
Why you always at the crib? You acting lazy
I think you really hate yourself
I don't think you actually hate me
G-O-A T, my jersey where the banners hanging
I can talk shit, walk drip, bitch
I do it all
Yo team would've won a couple games
If you would move the ball
He was talking crunchy, 223
I sent it through his jaw
Overtime up in the lab lately
Ain't been doing fraud if we catch yo plug
He gon' need his system rebooted
Running out of bullets, flip the clip
Switch and keep shooting
All that fake tough shit y'all do?
I can see through it
Tryna clear my mind, just
Reclining on a beach, cooling
Y'all can't fuck with me
Just a quick reminder
Ain't nobody with me throwing jabs, nah
These some pistol fighters
Dawg asking back to back questions
Where's his hidden wire?
Stop talking 'bout we kin
You wasn't with me in the fires
Crack a joke? I'll put you in
A suit like you Steve Carell
Hit his bitch on cam and sent the vid
He can keep that L fraud God
Thank God that I ain't never seen a cell
Why yo mans sitting in jail? Y'all
Must not believe in bail
Been the chosen one since day one
That's just my destiny
Of course dubs matter but the L's
Is where the lessons be
Come and get yo bitch
She right on D like the letter "E"
If they see what's in the trunk
I'ma catch a felony
Then I for sure can't get no damn job
201s, 101s, I'm jamming till my hands throb
Got it out the mud
Now we winning by a landslide
Yo boyfriend a burger, bitch
You looking like the damn fry
Huh, oh, y'all a Happy Meal, ain't y'all?
When we slide down and, it ain't paintball
Three five of Runtz knock me
Out like it's Jake Paul
Winning ain't the same without the haters
Gotta thank y'all
ShittyBoyz up now, can y'all stop snoring?
If I'm on FanDuel
Bet on me 'cause I won't stop scoring
My Asian pull up with a harpoon
But it is not Nordisk
It's fucked up yo son gon' be
A snake like you Bob Orton
Visa kit, hit the reader with a RKO
They always talking 'bout when
They be loyal, not the part they don't
If you hit this turtle pie once
You gon' start to choke
Headliner, still'll turn it up if
I start the show
Bitch, I'm only twenty, young as hell
Shitting on yo pops i ain't worried
In a minute we'll be sitting at the top
When you hop up in yo bag
Make sure you zip it till it lock
You can hear the time
Ticking, nah, I'm tripping
That's his watch

Ayy, ShittyBoyz