Tag Team Champs Lyrics – BabyTron
Singer: BabyTron
Title: Tag Team Champs
Shit, that’s a Danny G beat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay [It’s BlueStrip, baby
b#tch, yeah
Gramz walked in, White Gushers, fifty for a eighth
Big drum hanging out the chop, it’s sixty in the K
Old Tron was road running, putting giffies in a safe
All blues in my skinnies, it’s a Nipsey type of day
Unorthodox, I just shoot the K any type of way
Shooters, go ahead and give yo life away
Put her bottom on a Triple S’s, I’m on ice today
Catch a body in a whip and then go and change the license plate
Catch a body in a Demon then we to the chop shop
Busting in this b#tch mouth like soda and some Pop Rocks
So much smoke in the droptop, it’s a hot box
Bought my shootеr seven weapons, all hе know is drop opps
Hit dawg tee up close, turnt it to a crop top
One day I seen my uncle cook a brick in a crock-pot
You dropped a tape and I ain’t hear, my n#gg#, you is not hot
Beat my granny boyfriend #ss like, “Bro, you is not pops”
.223s’ll put him in a suit, yeah, we’ll bowtie him
Pop a rapper, doggy probably up in Heaven ghost-writing
Not a scrapper, K’s around like KripsyLife, ain’t no fighting
Finna cop the newest season Challey, it got no mileage
Yeah, yeah, yo baby mama can’t relate
Tryna push the pedal pouring Wocky, had to slam the brakes
Never understood the dick sucking, ain’t a man I hate
All team players, Dee just went and passed Stan the Drac’
I’m off a pill, about to break her back, “Bae, grab the brace”
They thought I hit him with a body shot till he grabbed his face
f#ck a locked box, my n#gg#, where the f#cking safe?
I ain’t tryna beef with bro, I’m tryna duck the Jakes
In other words, I’m free
Yo b#tch living with you? Now I gotta drop a bag on
I’m in Neiman’s with a bag on me
f#ck yo baby mama, use our car, bring it back on E
Palm Angels joggy, granny told me that I’m fighting demons
Being one up? That won’t last forever, p#ss#, I get even
Unky been show me chemistry, I was in Science sleeping
Scam star, might take a 101 and go and slide in Neiman’s
Candy apple Faygo, four of Wocky, I might sleep for weeks
Told my Cali plug I’ma kill him if I see his
Unreleased Amiris from Revive, you ain’t seen these jeans
Call ahki, he gon’ call habibi, they bring TNT
Do something to one of mine and we’ll kill for weeks
It’s a big lighter, this a big lighter, yeah, I’m the toting heat
Oh, you love that block? Well I’m ’bout to make you love the street
You can’t do sh#t for me but hold the lease
Fighting and arguing with my b#tch got me missing out on the pape
Threw a body shot, she ducked, I hit her in the face
Got the pints of lean coming in, I got ’em in a crate
Iced out my neck, Hutch threw the water, I’m sitting in a lake
It’s a wavy night, smoking MIA Runtz
You a worker, every check you make got a pay cut
b#tch said the dick too good, I’m Mr. Make ‘Em Break Up
With some ‘rilas rocking Baby Milo, you can’t tame us
My b#tch for a body
Yours didn’t so guess what? Now her friend f#cked
Pour a four of Tris’ in his pop, now my pain crushed
You made yo girl pay for yo food? You a lame f#ck
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