|
Houdini Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
Ayy
Ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz I don't want the head if it don't come with spit puddles Take his old-ass inside or I'ma lift uncle If I'm in Walmart then I'm chip busting Smoking boogie out the 'Wood, it came with cousins Huh, the chop loud, I'ma switch muzzles Rocking out with two drums, I'ma hit something Gave his ass thirty-two, I'ma Rip something Get online with a punch then I ship something If I ship something, gotta camp around the corner Oh, your granny sleep? I'ma scam her in the morning Ray gun on me, I'ma blast on him into orbit Only hitting tens, I'll crack her if she foreign Dick put her on a walker, Summer Dawg full of shit, he a walking plumber Used to be down, I'ma ball this summer Throw me a Visa, I'm a all-time puncher Brought the handkerchief at Jay Ale's, got me talking proper Catch me OT with some bosses, prolly talking dollars Doing fraud in a trench coat and I'm talking awkward Can this bitch put her head down? Man, she talk for hours Am I a hypebeast for the Yeezy and Supreme? Can't believe you cuffed girl, she was easiest to me I'm the Punch God, yes, fraud is as easy as it seems Throw a hook at you? Boy, I'ma leave it to Kareem (Abdul) In the mall getting drip, had to take a picture Leave that bitch while you can, she won't take you with her Get the face, kick her out and you came to get her Ain't Jay Wheezy with the fraud but I play with wizards Huh, at the self-scam working magic Oh, the 'Miris got stains? I'ma purple pants it I was in a dark room then the curtains vanished "How you get money? ", boy, have you heard of scamming? S-C-A-M, fucking dummy head They put locks on the door but we coming in If that one bag open then I'm jumping in If she play hard to get, slam dunk her friend What you think? Bitch, the thrust forever on What you think? Bitch, my trust forever gone If the piece hit, punch another phone Do three tricks up, another roll Pieces hitting up Detroit, feeling like Polamalu Oh, you think I'm soft? Boy, I've been tryna pop you To the opps, when I see you, I'ma Molotov you Send my bitch to a clerk, she a Ronda Rousey If I catch you out, shoot a movie like my baby Art Bro chop go doo-doo-doo-doo, that's a baby shark ShittyBoyz, that's her favorite part I was down, now I'm up, boy, I hang with stars I'll put him underneath like a subtitle I'm a fucking heavyweight, where my jugg title? I just wanna say one thing, man, I love Meijer's Scat Pack a got wasp spot, it'll buzz by him Stop drinking green, Luigi I can't pronounce what I'm eating, linguine Hit 'em with a trick, Houdini Hit her with the, she screaming This bitch a demon with the head, she a hell-raiser Lil' bro a fleezeball [?] Seen dawg out, bet he felt danger Somewhere happy OT, I ain't felt anger I remember when my heart felt shattered Put it back together when I learned the self-scamming Caution tape on me, oops, that's the belt pattern If you take some dubs, you gon take some L's after Nah, I'm playing, think I'm undefeated with the scams I'm in South Beach fooling with some Visas in my hand See an opp, he see Jesus unless it jam If it's online, of course I'ma punch it, man In the Nike tech with the dog shit showing Face card too cold, man, this bitch frozen Johnny Cage on the chop, it got kick on it And if it's something 'bout the past, you can piss on it |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |