Lyrics A2Z – BabyTron
Who am I, The Prince of the Mitten
It’s some dog food on that silverware, rinse off the dishes
Me and you two different guys, you out here simping ’bout the b**ches
Drum hold some pocket change, I knocked the lint up out his denim
On his roof in all black, I hit his crib just like I’m Venom
He ain’t had a run since forever, tryna find momentum
He ain’t dropping, doggy-laced forever, we just micro-fent’ him
We ain’t doing plain jane gold, you gotta ice your pendant
We ain’t toting sticks for no reason, gotta shoot your weapon
F**k around and lose both his feet, he too new to stepping
Fogo, they ain’t open today had to go in Bucharest
Finna leave the country, I might f**k around in Budapest
Seven-different-color Marni hoodie, this b**ch too majestic
If you catch a body then you snitch, you gon’ lose the credit
I can do the credit, I can do the debit, this ain’t new
Ninety percent of the grapevine, man, that s**t ain’t true
Prices fluctuated, ain’t the same ticket as yesterday
Talking ’bout he in his bag only when he eat Better Made
I can only thank God, I guess that these the better days
S**t, I always come first like the letter A
A, that’s for active
B for blick, hit him, make him do a backflip
C for Crocs, rock ’em while I grab a package
D for doc, need a ‘script like I’m acting
E for everything I see, I gotta grab it, I gotta have it
F, that’s for F&N, shoot rockets when I blast it
G, I got two on my feet, the Gucci bandit
H, had it on my belt when I was Truey pantsing
I, cannot be f**ked with
J stand for Jeeter, catch me in Cali, it’s one lit
K, that’s for Drac’, up it if you on some f**k s**t
I took so many Ls to touch the letter M
Buffed up like a jock
Where’s my Virgil letterman
All this s**t talking, man
I wish I had a peppermint
S**t, you only get one life
You better treasure it
I just Muggsy Bogues’d him, shorted him
He should’ve measured it
A, that’s for active
B for blick, hit him, make him do a backflip
C for Crocs, rock ’em while I grab a package
D for doc, need a ‘script like I’m acting
E for everything I see, I gotta grab it, I gotta have it
F, that’s for F&N, shoot rockets when I blast it
G, I got two on my feet, the Gucci bandit
H, had it on my belt when I was Truey pantsing
I cannot be f**ked with
J stand for Jeeter, catch me in Cali, it’s one lit
K, that’s for Drac’, up it if you on some f**k s**t
I took so many Ls to touch the letter M
N to the O, that’s my favorite word to tell a b**ch
P what I push, but I ain’t Gunna, I ain’t telling s**t
Q stand for quick, before you blink, I bet I’ll sent a blitz
R to the S-V-P, and you were not invited
S Plaid Tesla drive itself, no, it don’t got a pilot
T, that’s for .223s, they tryna stop the violence
You can never be me, it’s only one Punch God
V on my hoodie, got an X on my tee
X to the D, reach for neck, bro gon’ squeeze
Why is you complaining, that ain’t never did nothing
Z’s what I catch every time I sip something
S**ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that’s A to Z…
➤ Written by BabyTron
Album: Out On Bond
Produced by Enrgy Beats
BabyTron | 2023
