Whoopty Fucking Do – BabyTron

(Hokatiwi)
They can’t fuck with you, Tron
They can’t fuck with me
Man, they can’t even fuck with you, Tron
They can’t fuck with me
They can’t fuck with you, Tron
They can’t fuck with me
They can’t fuck with you, Tron
They can’t fuck with me, can they?
That’s a dumbass question, we know they can’t fuck with me
Ha, this shit too easy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking do
Looking in the mirror like, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you”
Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues
Voice in my head saying, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you” (They can’t fuck with you)
Ha-ha, on God they can’t fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by myself, they can’t fuck with me

My teacher thought that I was slow as fuck
I ain’t need math to touch twenty, bitch, I’m going up (Bing)
Feel like a MOAB, bitch, I’m blowing up
Twenty-five kills through this bitch, shooter going nuts
Granny yelling like, “Tron, why you leave the porch?” (Why?)
Had to get my head in the game, EA Sports (Ha)
If it’s online, huh, then it’s free for sure
Bitch playing games, I am not a PS4 (Bitch)
Grabbed a hundred jacks off an Android
Two straps on me, leave ’em wet like I’m Blastoise
Stop sending me them links, you ass, boy
Told that bitch give me space like an asteroid (Give me space)
In the kitchen cooking up like I’m Based God
Bro shooting opps in real life, he don’t play COD
Money mission, money mission, feel like James Bond
Look at yourself, I can’t beef with no gay bop (I can’t)
Get the fuck off my phone, I’m embossing a piece (Woo)
Stan quarterback to back so I’m Austin in T (Woo)
If you plan on offing me then you off of the beans
Hopping on this wave? You gon’ probably get lost in the sea (Bye)
Can’t remember last time that I got a favor (I can’t)
Scoring off the turn arounds like a shot creator (Turn around)
If the steak fucked up, I’ma pop the waiter
AR’ll put him in a suit like a commentator

Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking do
Looking in the mirror like, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you”
Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues
Voice in my head saying, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you” (They can’t fuck with you)
Ha-ha, on God they can’t fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by myself, they can’t fuck with me

Just punched three X’s, Tentacion
Said he gon’ kill me but he probably won’t (He won’t)
Bitch knocking stores out, call her “Holly Holm”
Jugging with some gel in my hair, call me “Bobby Jones” (On God)
Ha-ha, Shawn Michaels, I’m a heartbreaker (Woo)
I’m just chilling like a villain, feel like Darth Vader
Been scoring, OT, I’m the star player
Put a bullet in his atrium, fuck a heart grazer
Hitmonlee, stick got mega kick
Beyblade chop, up the stick and I’ll let it rip
Rolling out with that shot like I set a pick
Real backwards shit, checked his temp then I left him sick (Ha)
In the store itching bad, I’m a fraud addict (Woop)
Good punch from Hawaii, this bitch volcanic
Shock his ass like I’m Raiden, I want all static
If the punch green, Hulk smash, I’ma cause havoc (Hulk smash)
Big chop, do I look like I’m ’bout to fight? (Do I?)
Passive mode with this VPN, I’m out of sight (I’m out of there)
Hibernating in my bag, this my thousandth night
Fucked up a thousand sights ‘fore I got a thousand likes (On God)
Just made ten three times, feel like Jokic (Triple double)
Bitch said I’m broke, who dick she smoking?
Off the scam potion, in my zone, bitch, I’m focused
You’re a super ham, bitch, stop trying to act heroic

Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking do
Looking in the mirror like, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you”
Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues
Voice in my head saying, “Tron, they can’t fuck with you” (They can’t fuck with you)
Ha-ha, on God they can’t fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg, we up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by myself, they can’t fuck with me

Say some shit I ain’t heard before (Please)
You can’t hide in the crib, this a thermal scope (There he go)
Walk in the strip, hoes know I’m turnt for sure
Dukes said it’s obstacles so I had to hurdle those (On God)
I’m just tryna get rich and maybe fuck Karrueche (Aye, aye)
If it’s money back there, I’ma bust a U-ey (Skrrt-skrrt)
Bump yo head with a bullet if you bump into me
In ATL jacked up while I’m bumping Gucci

Ha-ha, no cap, y’all cannot fuck with me
I’m undefeated with this shit
I damn near time traveled with this shit
I’m in a different dimension, catch up, man
This shit too easy, like, for real
Too fucking easy, it’s BabyTron and I’m out
Ha-ha, bitch
Ayy, ayy