[Intro]

Man, lemme spell BabyTron for you real quick, T-H-R-U-S-T

Bitch and my pieces hit like UFC

I ain’t even gon' play with y’all this time I swear to god

(ShittyBoyz)

[Verse 1]

Hoes on my dick, "Who this white boy in this nice fit?"

Bitch I’m mixed, only thing white is these ice sticks

Tight drip, Amiris hit for 2, that’s some light shit

Fight who? This an XD, you can’t fight this

I ain’t lost with this punch, feel like Mayweather

Yeah that’s yo bitch, but she said that I taste better

C-R-U-M-B, bitch you’re them 5 letters

Bro came up off stealing shit like he Kawhi Leonard

Came a long way from the last pick on the court

Cause now I ball, bitch I’m tapped in with thе source

6 for the shoes, stеp on these, you gettin' horsed

Still ain’t seen the firefighters since I dropped "Human Torch" (Where they at?)

Do the Cha-Cha when I touchdown like Victor Cruz

Had no bitches, but now I get to pick and choose

Got it off the strength, baby that’s what that chicken do

Fuck yo dead mans, run up on us, you get lifted too

Pull yo head out yo ass and use yo fuckin' brain (What?)

These hoes gon' leave you in the cold when it start to rain (All facts)

Pocket full of visas, but my heart full of pain (It is)

BabyTron, I live my best life, got it off the strength (Bitch I’m livin')

You love the ‘gram, so at least flash some money on it (Please)

And if I hear about the bucks then I’m like Giannis

Soul left my body, had to grab the big bonnet

Put that .40 to his back, Shawn Kemp, SuperSonic

Bro a warrior, so don’t make me call Brandon up

Don’t do shit for yo team, call him Brandon Rush

ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, bitch you can’t scam with us

We don’t rap beat, but you can go ahead and challenge us

And if you do that, that’s yo whole career (Huh?)

Bro came in horsin' like he Paul Revere (What?)

Had who runnin'? That shit just missed my ears

Laughin' at the opps, you won’t catch me with a trace of fear

Only child, I ain’t ever had a big bro (On my own)

Balencis tight as hell, fuckin' up my big toe (Goddamn)

She lookin' at my jeans, cause she see my shit swole

Swiper no swiping, hit the store on my tip-toes (I’m outta there)

Can’t even tell you what I’m doin' up on CashApp

If you went and checked out my ‘gram, you wouldn’t ask that

Wide receiver, catchin' plays, bitch, fuck a halfback

The opps can’t match clothes, but I bet they match Blacks

Always been a playmaker, put me at the 1 (Cha-cha-ching)

Talkin' shit on the mic, need a pack of gum (Damn)

Heard I was BabyTron, now I’m smackin' buns

Bro fell in love with the glizzy, tote the strap for fun (Ba-boom)

Coach used to put me out cause my attitude (Fuck that nigga)

I still shit talk, bitch and I’m still rude

"BabyTron ain’t really up" yeah, I hear you

Imma spit on you soon as I hit my Clear Fruit

Nike Tech, left pocket full of dogshit (It is)

Other pocket full of visas and they all hit (Hitters)

Punched up some Yeezys for my bitch on some small shit

Look at the roll, lil baby, this bitch all strips

Walked in the store, and this bitch jaw dropped

"Are you BabyTron", I said "Yeah", then her heart stopped

Hunnid dollar worth of snacks, cause I knew the card rocked

Puttin' 2 on 2 and you wonder why yo car stopped (Fuckin' lame)

I got some killers down the way who stay in Apple Ridge

And if a .223 hit yo stomach, then it’s cracking ribs

Exquisite drip, I can’t tell you what the jacket is

But might catch a gun case the way that he flashin' sticks

Could’ve bought the meech, but I like the old school

Had who shook? I’d smack the shit out old dude

I won’t throw a jab, but Ipsy Clay’d fold you

BabyTron, I’m the goat, could’ve swore I told you