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BabyTron – Dark Knight Lyrics:
Intro
(Getta Beats)
Stop askin’ for the old Tron, he never left
You hipster, aye
Aye, aye, aye
Chorus
Archive hat off the Carmine 6s
Tell a bitch I need space like the hard drive glitched
You don’t ever wanna pour up, just part-time sip
Tryna win without grind, gon’ have a hard time with it
Pull a matte black cat, you think the Dark Knight is
I bet they don’t find a trace, I had a smart guy kill him
I don’t need the sun dependent and the starlight jet
Aye, aye, ShittyBoyz
Verse
Life a movie, dog died at the end like “Marley and Me”
Finna upgrade ’em, tenth hour, made my Cartis a key
Brand new, ripped her out the box, it’s a Barbie with me
Dog $hit Militia, got the gallery army fatigue
There is the chocolate factory, that’s the Charlie in me
Banner from the juice sets for hittin’ the starry with green
Made your bitch hit a note, but she hardly could sing
Cuz don’t hit the club, he’d rather go party with fiends
On them skits, shit, I’ma read money out the window
Thousand-dollar tee, you paid three hundred for that Kenzo
Young Tron got you out of three hunnid, shot out Venmo
Shoot a loose fold and three dubs out, he got Nintendo
I got the head out his bitch, Pepsi with the Mentos
You would think Blood finna score, catch him in the red zone
Rob Tronkowski, you can catch me in the end zone
Lil’ brodie, he a bipper, catch him on the West Coast
Fucked around, found the glitch and made a three of five
At El Jorge’s, seven mile, quesadilla time
Fine shit, 5’9″, I’m finna take the tree and climb
Guaranteed diss one of ’em, I’Il make him meet the guy
Fuck the high hitting, you don’t wanna make his fever rise
Why they tryna keep up? But you gon’ take a breather, right?
Wanna be a wife, but she was made for the eater life
Free Unkie, guess that he was makin’ all the fiends too high
You ain’t do nothin’ for your bro, just made a tweet about it
We’ll drop your granny’s grandson and make her read about it
Too conceited, when I’m out, I got a fake arena ’round me
Hustleman, stingy on that block, can’t make a G around him
Still payin’, I got two words, “Sleepy draws”
You would think I work for Best Buy, walkin’ TVs out it
My hitman special ed, I gotta re-rerun him
You can’t get a pass, it’s a zero on the freebie count
Lil’ cuz playin’ with the white like Jameer Nelson
Every time I try, they bite they hand, so I fear help
I don’t care if her ass fat, she got a beer belly
I will not be surprised if her lane changin’ rear-ends me
Super pause, what I do to y’all?
Y’all better hate the game, I ain’t even shoot the ball
It ain’t even new, fuck chicken, this some rooster talk
Bottega is stuck, bust it open, hear a rooster
Huh, you don’t even wanna see the stash
You could be a toilet seat, still wouldn’t see no ass
Why you whiffin’ like an all-star? I done seen your stats
Why you actin’ like that bitch slap? I done seen your tracks
Twelve-hour drive, I blew through it, I ain’t need no naps
Better back back, I’m aiming right at the peep hole, Jack
Sell that **** for Megatron in my T.O. bag
Chorus
(SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM, SBDSM)
Archive hat off the Carmine 6s
Tell a bitch I need space like the hard drive glitch
You don’t ever wanna pour up, just part-time sip
Tryna win without grind, gon’ have a hard time with it
Pull up matte black cat, you think the Dark Knight is
I bet they don’t find a trace, I had a smart guy kill him
I don’t need the sun dependent and the starlight jets
Outro
Aye, aye, ShittyBoyz
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