Hybrid (Feat. Baby Tron)

What's up, Boat Ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz Verse 1: BabyTron Track 2's got me euro steppin' like I'm ball playin' If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave 'em crossfaded Snitches get stitches, like shit, that's the law ain't it Demolition man, in your bitch crib, wall breakin' You beggin' for the sauce, I don't wanna hear you talk, Plankton Shut up Right side the dubs, my left pocket all Franklins Chains tri-color, but the buffies, yeah, they Caucasian God bless the skin, free my babies fightin' fraud cases Newest Bape, I got it zipped up, she see the 'rilla in me 2016, I made a killin' off Vanilla gifties Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me Hi-C, deuce of Wock' Y-3, newest Crocs Five fiends by two o-clock Hypebeast, Gucci socks Side street, lose the cops Try me, they shootin' Glocks Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do you like these shoes or not Bro retarded, but will scribble somethin' like he DoodleBob Used to do the ramen, it's two hundred dollar noodles now Lil' smart bitch from U of M, she got some stupid top Unky got some strong dog in, you can't poodle shop Garlic rib dinner, it's takeout from the crab house If we don't see you, stake out at your man's house Finna look like a switchblade, finna stab out Zip of turtle pie to the face, I might pass out Line lil' boujee, all my bitches got a bad mouth Didn't wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now Put your hands down and point to, I'm pullin' MAG out He had dog shit from EDD, but he ran out Lil Boat, BabyTron Bad Boys, '89 Exotic pop muddy, got me walkin' round like Frankenstein Off-White ones up like Jordan back in '85 Prices goin' up for a vid', you gotta pay me five Verse 2: Lil Yachty How I up a Rolls and Benz at the same time How the hell is niggas gangsters graduatin' from St. John's Damn I'ont follow no one on the road, I paint my own lines Damn, damn Twenty gifties tryna swipe a Chevy, gotta make it mine Twenty-three, done made like thirty million, you could check my taxes Damn Only lettin' bitches be the runners, yes, I am a sexist Diamond teeth all throughout my mouth, cost a starter Lexus Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus Go I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X's Damn Really rich, them niggas with they moms, I am not your exes Damn Chalkin' ice, all throughout my cup, it's like a game of Tetris Damn Niggas bitin' everything I do, they say I'm too infectious Go If I lose it, give a fuck, I buy another one Spent a hundred K a hundred times, bitch, I'm Venita son Damn, damn All these niggas actin' just like me, shit, I don't need a son Damn, damn Fifty niggas all surround my car, like I don't need a gun Spit shit that have 'em too sick, think he need a wipe Damn Pop him in his face mid-day, you could still see the sun Five-star top tier bitches, doin' store runs Ran out of bullets, don't reload, just go buy more guns Might go up my lil' sister with a .41 Niggas said I'm gettin' rich, they broke and forty-one Go Your bitch love to suck dick, leave it on her tongue Hate to be the one tell you the truth, dawg, I know it's dumb Damn Couldn't have been my bitch Play with my name, they in a hoodie like they from Highbridge Yeah New Maybach eco-friendly, yes, it's hybrid Glock 19 come off the hip just like a sidekick Go Bitch what's my name, what's my name Slatt Bro kitchen only got chickens like Raising Cane's These niggas grew up with riches, never felt pain Yes Superman pills got me lookin' round for Lois Lane Outro: Lil Yachty Us Bitch Know it's us