$100 Rice Bowl – BabyTron

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Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Fuck around and throw a Hail Mary, we on [?] inches
Bitch like Dior bags and fur, can afford her kitten
‘RT barking, nah, the neighbors can’t ignore the drift
He ran up then he heard a “boom”, what a poor decision
In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah, we soaring in it
Sipping on the Wock’ while I fuck until snoring in it
Looking Asian off the cookie but it ain’t no fortune in it
I can’t even cuff a lil’ bitch ’cause y’all whores be finished
Twelve Pro Max, five twelve, thirteen in jacks
Throw a punch this way? I’m shooting, I ain’t swinging back
Used to be nice, horns grew and my wings dethatched
You blow eighty-seven regular, this some diesel gas
Captain Obvious, shoelaces, they say “Shoelaces”
On telegraph, Captain Jay’s or I can Nu Wave it
Sniper lock his target in his scope, we don’t do chasing
We’ll cut you off at the head, we don’t do snaking

He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain’t he?
Me and gang upping shit on live, we some fools, ain’t we?
I been winning lately, I can give a fuck ’bout who hate me
Need a “yes” or “no” if it’s money, I don’t do “maybe”
Ain’t nobody got you but you, that’s how life go
Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I’m her favorite rapper so I fucked her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on

You ain’t got a Cali plug, that is not no Cali crud
Really I’m a flashy fuck, I think the opps mad we up
Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up
Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup
I just punched hibachi, yeah, the dasher on the way with it
Headshots, I ain’t finna lag, ain’t no game glitching
If it’s two seconds on the clock then I’m game winning
Turtle Pie, this a three five, I’m just pain killing
Do some fraud then get away with it
You ain’t even on yo own shit, just on our wave chilling
Pay [?] watch the K hit him, we be grave digging
I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling
Bitch said she knew she seen me out ’cause I was bang flipping
Gotta wear a hoodie, you don’t, ain’t got the same image
Home runner, grand slam, never could I base hit it
I’m a ShittyBoy, bitch dumb, think I ain’t shitting

He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain’t he?
Me and gang upping shit on live, we some fools, ain’t we?
I been winning lately, I can give a fuck ’bout who hate me
Need a “yes” or “no” if it’s money, I don’t do “maybe”
Ain’t nobody got you but you, that’s how life go
Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I’m her favorite rapper so I fucked her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on

Yeah
AR with the beam, got more voltage than a wunderwaffe
You could be the toughest, big Triple S’ll stomp it out you
Surf with the turf, never ever would I punch McDonald’s
If the main kudos, why the fuck are y’all buffies [?]
Za to the motherfucking za, every puff be toxic
Shooter kill you on his bike then he get to bunny hopping
Up the gummy on her, I don’t know how she went dummy on it
Give a fuck about y’all input ’cause y’all just be watching

Ha-ha, yeah (Ha-ha, yeah, we some fools, ain’t we?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Y’all just be watching (Nah)
I’m on the court (I don’t do maybe)
Swear to God, that’s how life goes
Yeah, for a rice bowl
I’m her favorite rapper so I fucked her with my ice on
And get my swipe on