BabyTron - Untouched Lyrics

Yeah, got a bad bitch with me
She won't step out 'less her
It's a thousand ways to get pape
And you don't even know one (No way, Hozay)
Huh, yeah

It's a thousand ways to get pape
And you don't even know one
Bad bitch won't step out the
Crib 'less her toes done
You ask why I pay eighty for it
You should smoke some
Don't even ask about the cup
If you ain't pour one
Dee got a pack of flipped Visas
Finna road run don't ask for a slug if
I ain't never hold one
Yo boyfriend a bitch
He the one who do the store run
I ain't used to play
Now I'm balling like thе coach son
I ain't used to care, nah, I'm playing
Still don't give a fuck it's ninеty-five
Still throw the BAPE on and zip it up
Only 'cause I seen a opp out
I'm finna blick him up
She cheated 'cause you bought a little bag
You ain't trick enough
You are not a killer
Can you stop the mean-mugging?
I knew since day one I'd be something
Where the fuck the takeover badge?
The whole team hustling ain't shit change
Twenty shoes off of three punches
iPhones, gift cards
That's the shit that make me smile
Had to meet 'round for that one shit on
Don't stop on yo dreams, lil' dawg
It might take a while
If they flick me with this ID
I'ma say I'm Kyle
When I put you in a body bag
It ain't no posterizer
All it take is a head nod
Bet my soldier fire
Bet the engineer head nod 'cause
He know it's fire
That Tron jersey gon' be in the
Rafters when the GOAT retire
Shoot the bag down, Van Dyke, down to Romeo
Just 'cause we had class together
You don't know me, bro
Talking 'bout her head good, shit
Can you show me though?
Ain't never put you on no cheese
What are yo' homies for?
You better think about it
Yeah, that tough talking all cool
You better be about it
Up a buck on a bitch, shit
I think I'm Giannis
Buck shot to his back, shit, man
I think I got him but you get beat if we
Box like I'm SpotEmGottem
Bae said she want a new fit, shit
That's not a problem
You can't run, you can hide, boy
You can't stop them shottas
I be with them sharks
Lil' bro and them the top piranhas
Make a thirty ball, put a dub up
All them death threats but I'm untouched
If we fam, then we locked in, yeah
The love stuck
All hustle, all leg work, boy
It's fuck love
Piss me off? You gon' have to
Try to dodge a M-80
Spun her three nights back to back
She did the 1080
Happy that we linked the fourth
Time 'cause her head crazy
Something like a baker in this bitch
I make bread daily fourth quarter
That's when the real players show out
Moncler, Goose
Or the Knuckle when it's snow out
Fell in love with fast money
Sick you took the slow route
Might've told her "yes" back then
But it's "no" now

Huh, yeah, bitch, ayy, ayy
(But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, bitch