babytron - yao lyrics
[intro]
stan, turn me up
man, you should’ve been made me one of these, stan
that old bag, that old us, ha+ha, yeah
red bottoms on, that’s a strawberry jelly step
ha+ha, sh+t, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
hey (hold on)
hey (ayy, sh+ttyboyz)
[verse]
red bottoms on, that’s a strawberry jelly step
weigh 130 but i’m still coming heavy press
blowing big+ass ‘woods, i take heavy breaths
tie my adidas up then i go and step on necks
swear i’m up dog sh+t, i’m the sh+t, dawg
get the f+ck out my face, b+tch, i’m p+ssed off
hit saks, act bad then i drip sauce
astronaut, if i hit him, he gon’ lift off
white tee hit for a dub, it got a gator on it
yellow gatorade, the pint purple, i’m the lakers on ’em
orange scat turned into a super racer on ’em
dee turnt up off the hen’, ain’t no chaser on him
huh, bad b+tch with the braces on her
lil’ light skin demon put the face up on me
out of town b+tch eating sushi ’cause she hate the coney
cooking up with that, throw an apr+n on me
we don’t tolerate no snakes
feel like yao when i’m hopping out the bank
footwork euro, boy, i’m shopping without breaks
hit jay ale’s, i can’t shop without a steak
b+tch threw a fit, she can’t shop without a face
feel riri, how i’m popping out with drac’
shooting sh+t to lance and i can rocket watt the play
draw that sh+t up, hit the road then [?]
i can’t get the time back that i wasted
if they give you time, jack, you gon’ face it
big+ass demon take a chunk out the pavement
used to ball in my dirty shoes, calvin cambridge
wave runners, i’d drown before i jump ship
pop darker than the moon but it’s a sunkist
chopstick karate kid, it got that one kick
two b+tches put they head down then they tongue kiss
sick tripping [?] flood it with some visa cards
me and stan touchdown, ronde and tiki barb
chopstick flatline him, he need cpr
f+ck a telescope, it’s the mirror when i see a star
like, amen, dawg, this sh+t was god’s choice
sh+ttyboyz, made her say it with the tron voice
made a play at capers listening to jonboi
i’m the punch god and i’ll put that sh+t on god, boy
rocking out with that metal like we led zeppelin
i play with fraud but bro and them be bench pressing
only thing green this b+tch got is her text message
pipe it down, lil’ bro and them be dread stretching
never gave a f+ck, that’s my problem
if he gang locked in, yeah, i got him
played with our money, lol, then we shot him
computer fraud, it’s f+cked up how i robbed him
i think that b+tch loyal, had her wrapped around my finger
wocky off exotic pop like i got a fever
b+tch could put sh+t on god, still gon’ not believe her
soccer pants, human races when i rock adidas
buffs on, f+ck around and did the blade dance
hutch beat my neck up with rocks, he a caveman
if you ain’t sb, lol, we ain’t [?]
spin around in my vlone like i breakdance
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