BabyTron – Silly Me

Lyrics Silly Me – BabyTron

No top, I’ll slide in that Dawn till it’s dusk
If it’s dilly, I won’t take it, it won’t pawn if it’s crud
F&N, I ain’t hitting dawg with a punch
He ain’t sipping on no drop, he still cough with his cup
You ain’t tryna run it up, type to jog in a rush
First buzzer vibes, knew that I’ll ball from the jump
Ball in a clutch, I’ma ball till the end
If you born a worker, work to be a boss in the end

Three different colors on my ice, the kit Neapolitan
Won’t depend on a b**ch, all I need is oxygen
So much mud in my system, need some antioxidants
Walking like a penguin, forty ball got me wobbling
Change up everywhere you go You a chameleon
Mari deep fried off the whippits, that ain’t helium
Dog s**t Militia, we off the leash, we ain’t obedient
One me, six sticks, General Grievous

Whoomp, there it is
Oh s**t, there it go, ha-ha
Whoomp, there it is
Leave his body out the way, they gon’ pull up like
Whoomp, there it is
S**t, I thought cuddy dropped it off, nevermind like
Whoomp, there it is
There it go

38-8 every game, I’m the MVP
You ain’t really sipping, I’ve been in it since the MGP
B**ch, I only drop fire like an airstrike
We the everyweight champs, this ain’t a fair fight
Have my dawg catch the play, he like Air Bud
Everybody got a zip and pint, we don’t share drugs
F**k a b**ch, I won’t give a ho a air hug
Chuck Norris b**ches out the crib, you get they hair done
Completed all the missions, now I’m on the side quests
Hollows crack an opp top open like some Hi-Tech
Asian lady at the liquor store like, Hurry, buy that
I’m finna O-Dog her
Big body TRX, I’m a road hogger
Balling now, back in school ain’t get no offers
Draft day, I bet I’m top picked
ARP full of diarrhea, drop some hot s**t

Whoomp, there it is
Oh s**t, there it go, ha-ha
Whoomp, there it is
Leave his body out the way, they gon’ pull up like
Whoomp, there it is
S**t, I thought cuddy dropped it off, nevermind like
Whoomp, there it is
Silly me There it go

No top, I’ll slide in that Dawn till it’s dusk
If it’s dilly, I won’t take it, it won’t pawn if it’s crud
F&N, I ain’t hitting dawg with a punch
He ain’t sipping on no drop, he still cough with his cup
You ain’t tryna run it up, type to jog in a rush
First buzzer vibes, knew that I’ll ball from the jump
Ball in a clutch, I’ma ball till the end
If you born a worker, work to be a boss in the end

Got arachnophobia, I’m still sliding in a Spider
On a ping streak with Visas, I’m on fire with my writer
I been full-time rapping so I’m hiring a driver
Heard you scared of the deep, I was diving like MacGyver
I had a long day but I’m still grinding
S**t, it’s the life I live
Prayed on my downfall but I’m still shining
300K on me now, I could buy yo crib

Whoomp, there it is
Oh s**t, there it go, ha-ha
Whoomp, there it is
Leave his body out the way, they gon’ pull up like
Whoomp, there it is
S**t, I thought cuddy dropped it off, nevermind like
Whoomp, there it is
Silly me, there it go…

Written by BabyTron
Album: Bin Reaper 3: Old Testament
Produced by Steve-O
BabyTron | 2022

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