[Part I]
[Intro: BabyTron]
Troncic, Troncic, Troncic (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Troncic, Troncic
[Verse: BabyTron]
They like, "Tron, what happened? Shit, we missed the old you
That '21 run was different, how you let 'em clone you?"
Spittin' crack in the booth, I hand-to-hand through ProTools
Dominatin' like I'm Shaq, Phil Jack' in '02
A-Tron Barksdale, Beannskii brother moves on
TYB, Wee-Bey, hoppin' out that two door
Kevin Gates ain't on shit, what the fuck is two phones?
The way the MPX spit, you would think its tooth gone
Lavender and Gray TRX, it look like Aerodactyl
Fiends tossin' needles anywhere, I wouldn't wear no sandals
The spot ain't Costco's, we ain't finna share no samples
Don't try and follow my steps, I'm a rare example
Fuzz swing the stick, that's a point, Stan Musial
Commander crackin' head, boy, you just a bamboozile
Where the fuck's your V? You always say your man's usin' it
Had to kick him off the team, every play he half-ruined it
Bitch actin' like she won a Oscar, that's just took
Dude died for some booty, SMH, that's just coochie
Why she think I woke up with a woodpecker? That's the toolie
We had dumped his body off Splitter Drive, that's the boonies
Cudi slimier than putty, turned to opp-ass capuzzi
Slidin' 'round with my Migos and our hoes Bad and Bougie
I'm sick 'cause mice out here spillin' sauce, Ratatoullie
We a checkmate tonight, it's only right the jacket Louie
Foo Fam Boom Binker, out in Cali with the button
The worst thang on the road is when the Navi' get to buggin'
Never ever could I lack, I'm in the Caddy with a hunnid
My lil' woadie in here sleep off three Xannies, Rodney Stuckey
Please stop it with the slim thick if your body pudgy
Dude up a Andre Drummond, he ain't got no money
No matter what the jury tell Unky, only God can judge em'
Dog$hit Militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy (*RUFF!*)
VVs, they on Teletubby, call me Tinky Winky
Turkey bag terrorist, I'm rollin' up some stinky inky
If it ain't about the money, I hear, "Me, me, me, me"
Long live $cam and lil' Chris, I know you see Nene
You cannot complete the dub without your teammates
If I had to rate your lifestyle, it's a D-grade (Failure)
You gon' raise your son to be a bitch, D-Wade
Why you pop out rockin' that fit, WTH?
Feel like the Tin Man, I spent a dub on CH
With them outsiders, skee and Reezy thuggin' PA
It's the Militia, we might slide a hunnid ELA's
It keep on gettin' loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave
[Segue: TronsTestimonial & BabyTron]
Hey, bro
Where the fuck the album at, man? Come on
It's been damn near five months, bro, we're waiting
Hey, fuck around and drop it, 7:07 a.m. on some Luka shit, I don't know, bro
Please drop it tomorrow (NYAH)
[Part II]
[Intro]
NYAH, heh, ShittyBoyz
[Verse]
He spent his last on that Denim Tears, I hear his pockets cryin' (NYAH)
Jalen Green, Reed Shepard, you see rockets flyin'
TEC-9 in the trench coat, but I ain't Columbine-ing
Lil' brodie finna blow up like a bomb inside 'em
It's a dirty game, fuck the rules, they'd disqualify me
OT for 'bout seven days, I'm on Quanny time
Amiri patch of Scottish, walk-in on my Roddy Piper
All that bein' in the gym first, that's what got him hired
All that gettin' over comfortable, be done got him fired
Once upon a time, they had the sauce, that shit got expired
I ain't talkin' 'bout no golf clubs, but we got some drivers (Skrrrt)
We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire (Hah)
I'll leave you in the wind, you get out of pocket (Phew)
When hams ask the strain, I just say anything that sound exotic
On Y.O., me, 40, MJ, Fat Feds
The hood bully him, he gettin' treated like the fat kid (Corn)
When I got a slab, it ain't no baby back ribs
You ain't smokin' fuckin' zagaza, pussy, that's catnip
Lil Fuzz slid and scored three, that's a hat trick
Worry 'bout me, you need a pack of Mighty Patches (Man)
Worry 'bout me, you need a stack of ninety ChapSticks
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
[Outro]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
You hip skip? Ayy
Troncic, Troncic