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babytron - type shit lyrics

[intro]
i’m the youngest in charge, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, b+tch
told them i’m the youngest in charge, huh, b+tch, look (a+a+a+aye melly, what the f+ck is this?)
b+tch

[verse 1]
i’m the youngest in charge
at the counter, with the clerk, punchin’ in cards
wanted six figures, now i need a hunnid ms large
you can’t make the first down, i’m comin’ ten yards
think you f+ckin’ with the gang, you coming’ fent’ bars
boy you know you laced
talkin’ bout you doin’ this and that but boy you know you ain’t
he in here cappin’, all that hat, that sh+t ridiculous
too much guala in the skinnies, couldn’t fit the bl!ck in it (d+mn, twenty+eight skinny)
5.56 with the green tips, feel like iayze
leavin’ out the cleaners fresh to death, feel like ace
za smoke, burnin’ in my eyes, feel like mace
this a v12, but i don’t feel like racin’
ain’t no b+tches, dead prezis what i feel like chasin’
out in cali, all these flavors, sh+t i feel like facin’
it’s some voodoo in our double cups, gang feel like hatians
every sip muddy, five percent wrapped around the whip off mirror tint buffies
why the f+ck when you get money people get funny
them dolla signs’ll show their true colors
2022 ours, tell ’em pick a new summer
[verse 2]
(f+ck! sh+t!)
enhanced fake id, i’m finna fly to europe
granny think it’s kool+aid, but this a pint of syrup (yeahhh, i done grew up granny, look, alright)
i’m just tryna get rich, three commas type sh+t
used to walk around broke, three dollas type sh+t
i’m just ridin’ round dolo, three choppas type sh+t (oh my god)
nhls came round, iced up type sh+t
we just piped him down, he was piped up type sh+t
don’t mug, you get to live life once type sh+t
i was down, but i had to climb up type sh+t (type sh+t, d+mn)
you internet thuggin’, i ain’t finna type sh+t bro
adonis, we’ll pull up with that baby drac’
charged up off a ‘yerky, bet’ not try sh+t bro
in milwaukee, chargin’ giannis for a pint of quagy, aye
they ask how i do it, sh+t i’m turnt type sh+t
no traction in this b+tch, i’m finna swerve type sh+t
f+ck the us, the hottest on the earth type sh+t
dirty faygo got me slurrin’ all my words like sh+t
come get the bag off
you a rookie, you can’t even try to trash talk me
two cups from dunkin’ donuts, i ain’t grab coffee
i just left the lot, you know i told them b+tches trackhawk me
two+forty on the dash type sh+t
pop out with a fifty ball just to flash type sh+t
gangaroonie in the back, they can match type sh+t
supreme coat, off the backpack type sh+t
freestyle type sh+t, no, i ain’t write sh+t
[outro]
type sh+t
type sh+t
amiri jeans, b+tch, that type+
bet’ not try to type sh+t
sh+ttyboyz

- babytron lyrics

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