LYRICS: BabyTron – Ricky Henderson

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LYRICS: BabyTron - Ricky Henderson
LYRICS: BabyTron – Ricky Henderson

[Intro]

(Damjonboi)

[Chorus]

Lil’ brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson (Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)

I’ll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (Brr)

Five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty Benjamins (Brr)

[Verse 1]

Really connected to the plug, yo’ shit be renderin’

Dog $hit Militia, unky in his Dickies sellin’ it

Periodic table in the kitchen, sixty elements

Let me see an opp, gon’ lose control like Missy Elliott (Boom)

I’m in that G-Wagon (Skrrt)

G-O-D, if I see twelve, I’ma keep stabbin’ (Skrrt)

Why you acting like a vet’? You ain’t seen action

I ain’t dealing with the fishy shit, won’t even eat salmon (Goddamn)

Since he cappin’, we gon’ put three in his hat like Chance the Rapper

I don’t think yo team could get a victory, yo’ mans a slacker

Retired 201s, I’m walkin’ in to cash them bastards

Twelve terabytes, I baked a pie, I’m a Apple jacker

In high school you thought you had life figured out

But now you just an average Joe, you took the five figure route

It’s 2022, it’s time to throw the Swishers out

Land shopping out in Texas, I might need a bigger house

All these motherfuckin’ Track .2s, I could write a book

Lil’ brodie, he ain’t got no Ls, he finna slide on foot

Fly as hell, fuck what’s underneath me, I’m too high to look

Had to pat him down for a wire, he actin’ like the hook

Spin the block and pop his top like a corkscrew (Brr)

A killer on the ‘Gram but he be singing in the courtroom (Man)

All I’m missin’ is a saddle, we done horsed you

Bandana patches wrapped around my jeans, it ain’t no horse shoes

Sippin’ out a baby bottle, all I’m missing is a pacifier (Wah)

Sippin’ Wocky in October, look like apple cider (Ah)

I got a pistol with a glitch, this bitch shoot rapid fire (Brr)

I wouldn’t run, the scope on it came with a magnifier (Brr)

Scrape up the extras, I’m a maximizer

The skid mapped out in my head, shit, I’m a strategizer (Yeah)

How I make it to Kentucky when the tags expired?

I fucked around and burnt my fingers rollin’ out a bag of fire (Ha, ha)

Paid a hunnid fifty for some turbo, this a Taycan (Porsche)

If you seen us shake hands, we probably made bands

I’m ten toes in my Ian Connor’s, boy, these ain’t Vans (Nah)

What I’m droppin’ in my pop, it look like grape jam

Shit, I just bought a thousand (Shh)

I can’t even tell you what, I just thought about it (Brrt)

I lock my lips then lose the key, can’t even talk about it (Brrt)

I don’t think that’s real Virgil, something off about it (Ha, brrt)

Kansas City chief, I’m dropping red into my Baja Gold

Yo’ lifestyle amateur like, shit, you not a pro

On stage with the baby Drac’, ready to rock and roll (Brrt)

So much drip up in my closet, walk in like, “Geronimo”

Turn his Lamb’ into a stretch, limousine style

I’m mixing RPs with my lean, feeling mean now

Why you playin’? Got the reaper up on speed dial

Smoking za, it’s like a comic strip when I breathe out

Get the rebound (Yeah), throw it down court

If you really ’bout it, what you stayin’ in the house for?

2023, my goal, stress less and count more

Why the fuck you worried ’bout my bag? I hope you found yours

[Interlude]

Man, ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia

You know what the fuck goin’ on

They can’t stop us

I think we undefeated at this point

This shit is gettin’ too fuckin’ easy, yeah

[Verse 2]

Cops pulled me over, told ’em, “I don’t speak no English”

Hitter, he gon’ catch a hat for fun, don’t really need no reason (Boom)

You still got a stock Charger, never seen no Demon

Scammer turned rapper, hunnid on me, I don’t need no pieces (I don’t need no pieces, I don’t need no pieces)

(In a stock Charger, you ain’t seen no Demon)

(Told them boys I don’t speak no English)

(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck goin’ on)

[Chorus]

Lil’ brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson (Go do your research, you gotta learn somethin’ ‘fore you listen)

I’ll fuck around and push that button, have the blicky blender him (Brr)

Five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty Benjamins

[Outro]

First name Himothy, last name Bitch

It could be a traffic jam, bet I wouldn’t lane switch

Basically, if you ain’t on gang shit, you lame, bitch

Yo’ life might be good but it ain’t this

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, man

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