BANG4YOBUCK - BabyTron

Damjonboi

Remember wakin' up and goin' straight to wait for the bus

Trapper made one in the nilly, should've played for the Bucks

Left it on her face for free, you had to pay for the nut

MIA, I'm out the way, I gotta save for the month

Told my 'migo, "Bring some flavors," got a taste for the Runtz

Make her toot it in the air, I'm finna aim for the guts

Grab a eighth for my cup, another eighth for the blunt

Gotta bend for a punch, I got a base for the dump

I can't count on one hand how many chains out of Hutch

They like, "How he do it?" I increased my range in the clutch

Better tighten up and think, can't use yo' brain if it's bust

Cuddy got it for the low, come get some bang for yo' buck

He been switchin' up more than I change frames on the buffs

Wocky stains in the cup, we got Ks in the trunk

Towards the back of the book, read every page from the front

Scrumble man a rockstar, he get on stage, then he jump

C-O-D, overkill, I got the K off the pump

How it feel to be a worker, runnin' plays for yo' unc'?

It's all fun and games 'til it's time to go stay on them bunks

Thinkin' I'ma hit a homer, at the plate, I'ma bunt

Five years out of school, you still a lame, you a flunk

Damn near twenty-five, ain't got no pape'? You a bum

Actin' like a part of gang, is you straight? Is you drunk?

Caught him out in traffic, popped out with the A to the "Uh"

Out in Cali', dodgin' paparazzi, bronem poppin' Oxys

Weapon plug, he got exotic shit, I told him, "Molotov me"

Rental out a budget mini-van, I told 'em, "Soccer mom me"

No veggies on my hibachi, already smoked lots of brocolli

Pop sister, got some scripts of Wock', I'm finna shop with auntie

Akhi out his shit, suicide bombin' on the Kawasaki

Somebody slap me in my casket if the opps and 'em pop me

All that hat and cappin', if you got a hundred shots, then drop me

I don't really, really, really, really think he on that

I don't really, really, really, really think he want that

I don't really, really, really, really think he on that

I think that's just his bro' strap

If it's on the floor, we meet him at the door mat

Cuddy laced off the shrooms, he think the stove tapped

I think my phone tapped

Tryna make some money on yo' jack, you on the wrong app

Plug ain't take the cookie out the oven, this a bowl batch

Audemar is white gold, it came with a rose patch

Hit the floor, Jack, or get your soul snatched

Check the score, y'all need a breather, where your coach at?

SBDSM, T double-H L, we unstoppable