lirik lagu babytron & vonoff1700 - 2-man
[intro: babytron]
ayy, sh~ttyboyz, dog$hit militia
long live $cam, r.i.p. chris
you hear him skippin’, huh
[verse 1: babytron]
ayy, i’m with the catch~a~hat crew, you gotta hear the fitted
i’m quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid xzibit
hoppin’ d~ck to d~ck, you gotta know these b~tches ribbit (haha)
i hope you don’t think we got b~ttas just to pistol whip ’em
two hundred shots and half a ticket, it’s just me and von
dude the moissanite maniac, i see s.i
zaga loud as 3f5, told her suck it, dx vibes
all that playin’ ’til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a ps5
(brr) that’s the money phone
my lil’ blood got more b’s than a honeycomb
bein’ broke a joke, you must’ve snapped your funny bone (haha)
p~u~a, he had paper glitches, where his money go? (nyah)
what the f~ck?
b~tch, you let me paint your face, how i’m the bozo?
finna bust the yacht master just to show ’em how the showboats
sh~t, i stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know
dsm, i bend and broke the leash, the b~tches call me cool joe
if you know, you know, but if you don’t, uh~oh (uh~oh)
i can’t see with all the zaga zion gun smoke
ain’t go to prom, i would’ve wockified the punchbowl (ah)
he was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (ha~ha)
she was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (ha~ha)
he used to tattle~tale in school, now he a undo (nyah)
yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo
go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho mutombo, sh~ttyboyz
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
all through the ‘raq, i’m actin’ up, i’m like a city boy
i got a foregrip on the front with a b~tton, this a silly toy
if i ain’t have a chain, i’ll make you give me yours
i just made a million dollars, but that ain’t sh~t ’cause i need plenty more
d~mn, i thought the song stopped
i showed your b~tch my chain and then her thongs dropped
i almost put it in her ass, d~mn, that’s the wrong spot
all my songs fire, all of yours not
i need to go back to the store, i got the wrong pop
this my homie gun, but i got my own glock
i don’t go to n~ggas hood, i got my own block
uh, we don’t need to buy no car, we got our own lot
shoot that n~gga in his body till his bones lock
we shot him twenty feet away, boy, that’s a long shot
we not talkin’ nba, boy, that’s the wrong top
uh, this is not a arp, boy, this a long chop
i would not get in that v if it ain’t fast sh~t
b~tch, i act the way i act ’cause i ain’t never had sh~t
she say, “von, do you love me?” not a tad bit
me and tron just pulled eight, we with some fine sh~t
d~mn, we on the two man
why this n~gga talkin’? he can’t even show me two bands
chop so big, i had to shoot that b~tch with two hands
if i can do this sh~t, my n~gga, you can
that n~gga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken
uh, he dropped a diss on ’em, that cost him two friends
you say you see the opps, lil’ n~gga, shoot, then
he came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10
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