Tronny Depp – BabyTron

(Ooh shit, that’s a Danny G beat)

X on the Off-White tee like a treasure map
It’s to the tops on my ceiling, you can’t measure that
Talking ’bout you fly? Where yo feathers at?
I got a Goose on my back for the weather, Jack
I’m on a mission for the riches, feeling like the Goonies
BFG, unky working in the boonies
Life double G’s so I played the Gucci
Pirates of the Caribbean, in the deep like the movie
Hutch kit, I got more gold than Blackbeard
Cannon on me, I’ll knock yo stupid-ass to last year
On the quest to how I’m feeling, bitch, the path clear
When that wave hit yo ship, I bet you can’t steer
Four of Wockiana looking like some Rum
I ain’t point guard but I’m looking like the one
On the beach with a hun’, I might fuck the island up
Blew a zip and I still ain’t high enough
Make an opp jump up off that plank
Huh, I bet a shark ate him
Missed another package, I was off the drank
When they pull some ho shit, you feel yo heart changing

Feel like Jack Sparrow, just without the hat
‘Cause I don’t cap, I can’t leave the crib without the strap
Let me see a L, boy, I bet I’m bouncing back
Bitch said I ain’t up? Well, she must’ve smoked an ounce of crack
Can’t aboard the ship, I’m on the same team
Heard that you rat, can’t relate, shit, my name clean
Addicted to the money, for the pape’, I’m a straight fiend
Big body, I’ll do the full and make the Wraith squeak
Getting active with that cutter like I’m Will Turner
Five hunnid degrees in the clip, this a real burner
Professor Tron and y’all lil’ boys still learners
You better quit tryna peek, brodie kill lurkers
Three-five of Turtle Pie, I’m flyer than the Dutchman
I got pull like Davey Jones, please don’t make me push a button
If I’m in that black Tech, best believe I’m jugging something
How the fuck do it feel to really be good at nothing?
Pretty bitch, she get wetter than the seven seas
We the champs, y’all’d be lucky if you get the seventh seed
Calypso with some Wockiki, that’s the recipe
Unky out here selling super gremlins, in there pressing P’s
On the way to the top and they can’t stop it
Six figure checks, me and Lando just did deposits
I ain’t James Harden, boy, I’m still riding with the rocket
You better drop and hit the deck when gang pull up pistol popping
Huh, my life a movie, this shit getting epic
Would’ve thought gang a frat house how they with the stepping
I’m the muh’fucking GOAT, you ain’t get the message?
Life a muh’fucking gamble and my chips invested
Fuck his chest, hit his head
I can make the money talk, I’m talking living dead
Started off behind, I had to get ahead
Get doggy a peg, .223 gave him a missing leg
When it get like that, you can’t swim to shore
Huh, nah, for real though
On a yacht, shit, the ocean finna get explored
Ha-ha, nah, for real though
AR with more legs on it than a Kraken
How you wanna play it? We could get it cracking
Bitch the baddest and I promise that my whip the fastest
European sneaks everyday, shit, like it’s a habit
Cowabunga, huh, surfs up
You a wave rider, hunnid dollars, surf and turf, yup
Widebody, widebody, fuck the curb up
Dawg owe me pape’, I’m finna call him, I ain’t heard nothing

ShittyBoyz
You know what the fuck going on