Paroles de la chanson Final Level par BabyTron

Damn, Jakesand
Hey, you know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I pull a muscle
You know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I, ayy

You know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I pull a muscle
When it come to whole cars, you know Militia pulled a couple
Human cheat code, I might come quintuple, double
Fine shit, pulled up with her best friend, double trouble
Scammin' or the rappin', either way, I'll punch for punchin'
Might be Hollywood, but fuck a double, I'll stunt for stuntin'

Unfuckwithables, boy, I'll runs for runsin'
Meet me in the VIP section, I'll slug for sluggie
If I catch a young opp, I'll have lil' cousin jump 'em
All he do is stab that not lil' blood just stuck with bunions
Caught him tryna get some chips and turned the stupid fuck to Funyuns
Half the time, I'm in the lab, the other half, I'm in the dungeon
We'll whack yo' brother, scam yo' granny, stab yo' cousin
Heard you rollin' up some loud, I'm pullin' up to match the ruckus
Luka Troncic, just take me to the Rucker, I done mastered buckets
Seen the demons I was fightin', boy? I had the pastor runnin'

She got a thousand dollar wig for me to ash my blunt in
First stop, Selfridges every time I land in London
Boy, I'm so independent, I forgot I had a budget
You won't hear me ask for nothin', started off with trackin' numbers

What?
Ghetto Beats
Dog$hit Militia
Long live $cam, RIP Chris
You hipskits, T-double-HL shit

Hey, fresh off the road, bugs splattered on the windshield
734, baby, out here dodgin' Pittsfield
I been on the road since I played the big wheel

Five mil' just popped up in the bank, it ain't no big deal
Lil' bro would steal anything, Dyson Daniels
And I can't get him off the block, guess he Tyson Chandler
You only got one badge and that's the iron chapter
Bitch so cold, call the double, I might try to trap her
We done bust jugs from wilin' pop down to square packed
We done had any for them jacks on what was Airway
Shit, your life for this chain, that's a fair trade
Hunnid dollars, zaga zaga pack it, hit like bear maze
Jumpin' off the porch, got 'em left on the staircase

Don't you know the game, that we in it? Ain't no fair play
She a ten, barefaced, bro, will kill you barefaced
When I walk in, you feel the aura through the airways
You say yo' BD ain't a ham, yeah, bitch, alright
If I get Habibi, just a band, yeah, it's your life
Looked at the Rollie then the mirror, shit, it's showtime
In the Bay let 'em try somethin', I bet a Bip he die

Nah
My nigga Lee, I think he got me
What the fuck? I think I'm laced, bruh, what the fuck?

Hmm, nah, hmm, hmm, huh, heh

Step on opps like they bugs, you can't shop with my plug
Double-deuced it in a two-liter, guess I dropped a dub
Stashed a milli' in the floor, I guess it's time to shop for rugs
I hear savin' all these hoes, he must've came from Gotham, huh?
Amiri's full of doggy dookie, you would think I got the runs
Tables turned, it ain't fun when the rabbit got the gun
Probably think Tron a Genie, he got magic bottled up
Brodie burnin' everything, he finna Magic Johnson some

You still wouldn't catch a wave down in Santa Monica
Airy Pop, Wockified, the Havana Zaga stuff
We done horsed him out his new cups, he a Prada pup
Fuck the coins out her every time, that's my sonic slut
Nah

Ah, shit, lil' bitch drunk, talkin' 'bout pull up to Love & Tequila
He done earned so many stripes, I'm thinkin' lil' bloody a Zebra
I can't get this bitch to fuckin' leave, she must love her a cheater
2020 shit, I probably ran a hunnid up off features
Another hunnid off the Calis, 'nother one off beepers

Another one off PPP, like ain't that half a ticket?
Let me chill out 'fore they lock me, shit, let's get back to business
When it come to Michigan, you think of me? Huh
You think of Meeks, think of T, think of Meech
He don't practice what he preach, call him Reverend Rinky Dink
I wouldn't cuff that lil' bitch if she was into kinky things
Bumfuck Egypt, bitch, I'm out in BFE
Young Thug did the joggy, this is not no CSG
Got the bitch in my palms, finna play her, PSP
Back in the 313, the AP on PST
I been playin' hoes before they dropped the PS3
Hit the brick like couture, lock it up like GSP
T-M-N-T, yo' boss, he a rat
I slap a flame out 'em, shit, just toss me a rack

Oversized rule grabbin' tall tees out of sacks
I can't do no Raw cones, all leasin' raps
I done hit some ghetto shit, but they was all decent racks
They used to all DND me, I don't call people back, you know

Huh, it's on the flow, that's what you gotta know
You gotta know if twin rock, then I gotta roll
Bank account look like a box of donuts, it's a lot of Os
I know y'all love the old Tron, but don't y'all see a lot of growth?
Catch you likin' opps pictures, that's gon' get you followed home
Who ain't feed they bitch? I just pulled up and got swallowed whole
Bitch a alcoholic and a thief, where the bottle go?
Pop, pop to her middle part, we don't honor those
My YN's out of control, they don't follow code
Million dollars worth of guns, shit, we got wallow polls
Neff ain't got a dollar bill, but he got a kill
Brodie like to drop him in his pop, he don't pop the pills
Mmm, mmm, my closet look like StockX
Bitch prime was seven years ago up in that prom dress
We had him scared to go to work just like a bomb threat
Turn the volume down, you know you heard what mom said
Headass, geek kissin' mid-packs
Never flew privately, stop sayin' you got jet lag
I been one ROTY, now I'm in my vet bag
Ho a big body Benz, hashtag rake that

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
I had my shooter hit a Danny Green three
If you don't got a kill, switch your skatie freebies
Just pour the whole pint, you ever had heebie-jeebies?
Would've thought you scam, all you do is hang with frauds
Bitch real petite, but her ass dinged a Moss
November 27th, I'ma give a thanks to y'all
We don't want the lil' worker, no, we gon' spank the boss, pause
Cam thought he got some hard, no, all of them just mothballs
M523, bitch, I'm teed like a golf ball
He was him back then, lieutenant lost cause
Balls to the wall, hit her so hard she called off
The dog head used to bark, but it froze to death
Balenciaga sneaks, that's the only time I show the stress
Boy, you gon' knock yourself out, gimme that soda next
Save me from Southfield Freeway down to Bouldercrest
Open-hand smack, you done leave with a closed casket
I don't go, well, no, this how I vote practice
Say yay, all I wanna do is go baskets
Brutality, this lil' ho in here soul snatchin'
Lil' slut stay outside like a dope addict
Interstate or all March, it was road madness
Double seven, pass the wood, I'ma roll the Mavericks
They just flowin' out my brain, I ain't roll to catch 'em
Boy, your phone wouldn't ring if you was Frodo Baggins
Ls don't even matter, bronem in the stolo schmackin'
Ls don't even matter, boy, charge it to the game
Body full of drugs, heart full of pain
Where that one Tris? Bitch, we pourin' part down the drain
Why you talkin' stats? Never started a game
Ryan went on ten, he drove his car to his grave
Can't love you, bitch, I left my heart at the bank

Mmm-mmm-hmmm, I guess this to find the real shit
Ooh, sav, killed it

RIP Mari, RIP Chris, y'all lit a flame
Take a seat up in the bleachers, lil'bro, I'm givin' game
Why you got your hand out? It ain't a giveaway
Tryna ride our wave like a cruise, make 'em hit the plane
More chicken than a farmer, still he made me hit the hay
He dressed like it's O-18, LOL is givin' laced
Stag my pape like a giant, catch plays with Lee Mays
Right wrist pissy, but the left one the shitty face
Sometimes I wanna get away and go off to a paradise
But life's short, so I'm gamblin' with it like a pair of dice
I'm finna take you to the sky, bae, hope you ain't scared of heights
Boy, I popped out so clean, you'd think the fit was sterilized
Huh, shitty boys, this the final level
He shook our hand before we signed him, shit, he died respectful
Bust on yo' bitch face, treat her like the bezel
Troncic, Troncic, Troncic, Troncic