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babytron & certified trapper - ​iglocks lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1: babytron]
crunch time, it’s finna get intense
he got one chance to show he clutch or he gon’ sit the bench
when we poppin’ out your bushes, ain’t no time to hit the fence

[verse 2: certified trapper]
my cup purple, b_tch, your cup green
got a burst on the chop, i don’t need no beam
i be on the mile, i be on the east
head_tap his ass ’cause he looked at me

[verse 3: babytron]
if you want us in your city,, send that booking fee
my b_tch lookin’ heat, boy, you lookin’ cheap
we’ll get ’em cooked with grease, get a p_ssy put to sleep
out of town, in the trenches, lookin’ for somethin’ good to eat
trapper got a book with him, all i know is push the p
my dread head spinnin’ ’round like he booker t
you might as well have shot blanks, you ain’t hit a thing
i love how the wock’ taste, you can see it in my face
off a ‘shroom or two, i see the colors getting vivid
i’ma call him froggy, sippin’ green, i think he finna ribbit
load too big to take the stuffer route, i can’t even fit it in her
put her in my palm and then i play her like a fidget spinner
[verse 4: certified trapper]
i’ma have to get the neck, i ain’t hittin’ b_tches
spankin’ n_ggas on they ass, go and get my switches
pause, when i’m in that black b_tch, you can see it’s tinted
h_ll nah, you can’t ride with the gang ’cause you might be snitchin’
flaws all in your f_ckin’ diamonds, none in my pendant
i’ll swiss_cheese bake a n_gga, treat him like a biscuit
beat the p_ssy up bad, she thinkin’ that i miss it
really don’t, i just popped a perc’ 10 and hit it
put that blow on your back, better stand on business
shootin’ 4x4s at his ass, b_tch, i bet i hit him
7.62 head tap, b_tch, i bet i k!ll him
i ain’t lil wayne, b_tch, i’m finna f_ckin’ sing “a milli”

[verse 5: babytron]
everybody shocked, i guess that they ain’t see it in me
i pull up, let that chopper crack a joke for all that being silly
went from cards declinin’, to stars alignin’
pull up with a .50 cal and f_ck up that lil’ car’s alignment

[verse 6: certified trapper]
paper gotta say six figures just for me to sign it
i just left the galleria, tesla run on autopilot
ain’t no f_ckin’ single shot, i’ma auto fire it
rolls_royce got hydraulics and auto_rising
dirty ass stick, it think you need a lining
[verse 7: babytron]
dirty dan
heard they want some beef, well, sh_t, i’m turned into the jerky man
workers at the apple store trippin’ ’cause they heard we scam
cuz rolling off a v_cut, hittin’ the perky dance
thirty shows, one month, but, sh_t, i’m ready
she used to f_ckin’ with some light weights, but, sh_t, i’m heavy
heard them boys think they dope, well, sh_t, i’m fetty
heard you got some sh_t to tell me, don’t be shy now
have a robber pull up, hit your top just for a side job
all that eyein’ this way gon’ turn him to a cyclops
i was blowing loud since i was bumpin’ off the ipod
all this juice, i can’t help it, sh_t, i might nod, i might not

[verse 8: certified trapper]
off the ‘shrooms, in here thinkin’ ’bout the cyclops
i’m in 2028, totin’ iglocks
n_gga talkin’ ’bout he blood, get five shots
i done chased that n_gga down ’bout five blocks
lookin’ for this n_gga, got five chops
t_bone a n_gga in a drive_by
somewhere low with your b_tch in a high rise
beat the kitty up, got nine lives

- babytron certified trapper lyrics

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