It’s it, man Different Breed the mixtape, man I know y’all been waiting on this shit but I got to it It’s BabyTron in this bitch Youngest nigga with a roll Ha, yep
Turn around, turn around like a roundabout Fuck you, bitch, where was you when I was down and out? Yo bitch on the phone with you while I’m pounding out After I hit, she on the side like she grinding out Now let me show you what them thousands ’bout Upping rolls on the ‘Gram, you can count it out I used to be broke but then a nigga found it out These Margielas, baby girl, just try and sound it out Good strips on me, she asked did I hit the Powerball Nah, I just hit the road and came back with a twenty ball Paid three for the shirt, that’s a ‘Gelo Ball Two sticks on my hip like I’m Darth Maul Hop in the whip and hit the road in a Nike fit I got them pieces on me fucking up I-96 Dumb ho call me broke? I’ll thrust on that grimy bitch Scammed a lady out her house rent, on some slimy shit
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that shit on you Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you Y’all ain’t never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that shit on you Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you Y’all ain’t never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you
Ayy, bro, we gotta score like it’s fourth and go And if you get in the way, just know I got a pole Seen a lot of shit in my life that done hurt my soul But you never know, I stay smiling with a onion roll Got a white boy with that shit down in Brighton Do I look like Floyd? We got chops, we ain’t fucking fighting I’m locked in, open them notes and I’m fucking writing Good screws in my ears, they dance in the fucking lighting Swipe this, scam that, I love them fucking Pros Boy took one to the chest like he Derrick Rose Gift cards, gift cards, I got a lot of those You not getting money with them Roshes on yo fucking toes Eleven bands in these pockets, that’s that Klay Thompson Give the plug ten, I got twelve left like I’m John Stockton Good rocket in my pocket, pull it back and I’ma cock it And if he got beef with me, we can never drop it
Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that shit on you Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you Y’all ain’t never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you Y’all ain’t pass state troops, with that shit on you Turn around on the road so they won’t get on you Y’all ain’t never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you Talking crazy so when I see you, I’m gon’ spit on you, gang