December 1st – BabyTron

I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love
I’ll be there for you when you need me
I’ll be your friend and you can count on me (Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love
I’ll be right there when you need me
I’ll be your friend and I’ll be there ’til the end

Doing sixty in the coupe, whole time, my mind racing
Fuck a bitch, boy, it’s Franklins I’ma die chasing
Got a lil’ pape’, now everybody in my life changing
I-75, roadrunner, always highway-ing
Eyes red as hell, but my buffs’ lens lavender
Slide on the opps, we might come ten Challengers
Free my babies in there walking down calendars
Pretty bitch riding passenger, might throw a bag at her
Two hundred dollar beanie on and I am not capping
Every play I draw be a six, they call me Tron Madden
Woke up to my jack, I was faded off the Wock’, napping
Since 2016, I been in my Crocs scamming

I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love
I’ll be there for you when you need me
I’ll be your friend and you can count on me

Mister I done took a thousand trips up to Big Beaver
Mister road run, fuck up a hundred somethin’ chip readers
Hundred slides on me, bitch, address me as the BIN Reaper
Unky pushing work out, gettin’ active like a gym teacher
Heart empty, catch us out of town, we only park Bentleys
Moose Knuckle hood with the fur and the scarf Fendi
Dub plus out of Hutch, lil’ bitch, the charms heavy
Blowing ‘Woods rooftop on a five-star telly
Butterfly doors, Tesla thing, this bitch charged up
Two coffee cups, Wockhardt, this ain’t no Starbucks
BabyTron, I’m a living legend, bitches starstruck
Demolish shit with this hundred rounder, leave your car crushed

I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love
I’ll be right there when you need me
I’ll be your friend and I’ll be there ’til the end

Ran it up fast, but I ain’t even slow down on the drugs yet
Been the middleman forever, how you ain’t the plug yet?
Thinking that you up, ain’t even seen a dub yet
Finna take the world over if you asking what’s next
Three-five of Turtle Pie hitting like a linebacker
Blowing fifty dollar quarters, you ain’t even high after
Fried as hell getting phones, I’m a high jacker
Doggy only up fifty, he a light stacker
This a Hellcat, that’s a Scat, I can drive faster
Bitch used to laugh at the shooter, now I fly past her
Reach for a chain, I wouldn’t do it if your life matters
On top, I was on the bottom like the ninth batter

I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love
I’ll be right there when you need me
I’ll be your friend and I’ll be there ’til the end

Nineteen hundred dollar bubble coat, I’m ready for the winter
Hundred chopsticks, tour time, we heavy in the Sprinters
Food truck in LA, I’m getting Beni’s for some dinner
Doggy flashed a rack, looking hella petty in his pictures
I don’t wanna die young
So I’m pitching bullets at the opps, I feel like Cy Young
In a spaceship, I’m moon bound if I fly up
Probably always tripping ’cause my Yeezys never tied up
Ridin’ around, mind cloudy, back-to-back ‘Woods
Rap star, 2017, I had to crack juggs
On my way to a boss meeting, got a MacBook
Yeah, I see what you flashing, how that stash look?

I’ll give you love, I’ll give you love (Phew, ayy, ShittyBoy)
I’ll be right there when you need me
I’ll be your friend and I’ll be there ’til the end (Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)