Lavar Ball – BabyTron (feat. RTB MB)

[BabyTron:]
(Damn, JakeSand)
Disrespectful as hell, for real
Huh (Rado)

Pissin’ with the door open while I’m at your bitch house
When I walk up in the living room, I kick the kids out
Scammer to a rapper, had to fuck around and switch routes
Miles Bridges, when I hear it’s up, I got big bounce, huh

Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)
Telescope on it, I ain’t shootin’ at the stars
You know your shit a bucket, can’t be vroomin’ in that car
Hutch did the jewelry, got her droolin’ off the charm
Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I’m in the iso, boy, it’s hard to guard me up
Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up
You won’t catch me in the weight room, but my Cartis buff

You won’t catch me, nah, you probably will catch me in the bank
Dickhead, catch the dub and hold the L up in his face
You trappin’ two ‘bows, unky sell it in a day
Rap star, might catch me in the hood with felons sippin’ drank
Luka Trončić, Sleeve Nash, I’ma change the game
I ain’t postin’ up off the Wocky when I fade away
Made some shit today, you livin’ day-to-day
Bin Master, Punch God, I damn near got a database

[RTB MB:]
Gang, niggas got to dissin’, so I bought a K today
I’m with BabyTron, I hit your baby moms, sippin’ Gatorade
Got so much clips in this Glock, give ’em a taper fade
Play against Bron and sell some work where the Lakers play
Pour two fours of that Kobe Bryant, now I’m finna face an eight
Hit your bitch for thirty minutes, timeout, I had to take a break
It’s a problem if I hit your Backwood and I don’t make a face
It’s 6K for the walkthrough, lil’ bitch, I gotta make some pape’
I ain’t got no heart, I get happy when I tax a fiend
I can’t trust a bitch, she went behind my back like Zach LaVine
My bookbag, it got some racks in it and a pack of green
I just made a movie with your main bitch, I ain’t practice schemes
I be in the weight room, Tron, and my Cartis tough
I ain’t get no Plan B for her ’cause I hardly fucked
Type of nigga catch the plug lackin’ if he charge me up
Put some dog shit in her- we got Marley stuffed

[BabyTron:]
Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)
Telescope on it, I ain’t shootin’ at the stars
You know your shit a bucket, can’t be vroomin’ in that car
Hutch did the jewelry, got her droolin’ off the charm
Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I’m in the iso, boy, it’s hard to guard me up
Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up
You won’t catch me in the weight room, but my Cartis buff