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BabyTron – #FREEUNKY

Lyrics #FREEUNKY – BabyTron

First class, row seat incase I gotta piss
Everyday s**t, flyin’ around, I just dropped the six
Free Unky, he the chicken man, I think his watch a brick
I don’t give a damn, you been a ham, why you hoppin’ d!ck
First class, row seat incase I gotta piss
Everyday s**t, flyin’ around, I just dropped the six
Free Unky, he the chicken man, I think his watch a brick
I don’t give a damn, you been a ham, why you hoppin’ d!ck

Booted up, but go get suited up, I feel like Popovich
They knew it’s us, they see us shootin’ up, we in a rocket ship
I do too much, they say I blew too much, I spent a scholarship
The chain new from Hutch, go do the buffs when I rock this b**ch

You gotta listen, F
They say I ain’t the man, I think these b**ches deaf
SBs on my feet cost ten, triple S
F**k my ex ho, s**t, I wish ’em death
F**k the opps, boy, they out here gettin’ stretched
Think he plugged in, Choppa hit him, make him disconnect
So much ice out of Hutch, look like a bowl of crystal meth
C8s and Z06s, ridin’ ’round, switchin’ ‘Vettes

Poor clerk, I’m finna hit her with a left
They don’t really want it, they be talkin’ s**t indirect
Up a meal ticket, you the type to go and get in debt
Practice makes perfect, I won’t miss a step
She gon’ choose me, I’m what a b**ch select
Pull up, shootin’ on the opps block like we in the wreck
Whippin’ Trackhawk, he cuddy whippin’ in the rex
In the booth, s**t talkin’, need to get some Crest
Dollar signs on my mind, I gotta get ’em
If we slide, homicide, we bound to kill ’em
Why yo’ homie up in jail, You need to pay his bond to get him
We hoppin’ off the jet ’cause it was fences I was hoppin’ wit’ ’em

Hands wrapped up, slidin’ like we from Jerusalem
Up the chopsticks, and let it fly, I bet we noodled ’em
S**ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you can Google ’em
He pulled up to the spot, first a Pit’ and we poodled him
I ain’t banned from DC, they love me in the DMV
It’s a P in me, b**ch, I’m geeked ’til the E-N-D
Ridin’ lowkey, in the GMC at PMC
Call Habibi, he be at yo’ door with some TNT

That ain’t za, we hit yo’ CBD with some PCP
Always talkin’ money but you always postin’ TBTs
Fogo de and Fleming’s, used to have to jam the EBT
Like the bank teller, left me open, that’s an easy three
White buffies, Sprite muddy, we don’t fight, dummy
Jamba Juice ’em, put some Wockiana in my white gummy
Smokin’ out the P and crackin’ seals, we walkin’ like mummies

Youngest in charge, you probably old as hell if you hatin’ on me
I don’t give a f**k about your opinion
No one asked for that s**t anyway, this s**t is a global takeover
This s**t is forever, I don’t give a f**k
S**ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia…

Written by BabyTron
Album: Bin Reaper 3: New Testament
Produced by Helluva Beats
BabyTron | 2023

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