f*ck The Old Tron lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck the population, sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam, you know?

[Verse]
Yeah, I used to f*ck around with your mama, you my godson
Fully switchy, better pray that God come
Or at least that the cops come
How the f*ck you lookin' for the opps? You got a prop gun
White sticks, black sticks, yin, yang
Hit him with that fully switch like bing-bang
Had to put the work in 'fore the rings came
I'm either high or the weed taste like cheesecake
Rockstar, I've been high a hundred weeks straight
You ain't tryna get to it, I can't relate
She want a dub for her neck, that's some cheap brain
sh*ttyBoyz caught him out, he got some pee stains
Did the st-st-stomp, I got some creased Bapes
Bougie b*tch hit the crib tryna freeze grapes
Bougie b*tch wake up tryna eat crepes
Hit tens, tote 9s, and we drink eights
The type of head that I'm gettin', I might be late
Is the weed laced? I can't think straight
You can't get me on a track 'less that fee paid
I'm in love with the drank, think it's V-Day
Lando pulled up in that Yukon, not an E-lade
It was 2022 if I had on three chains
2016, your b*tch made it to my keepsake
Threw the white buffs on my face, I can't see hate
Everything seems great, don't it?
Karo'd doggy bone, he in a fake coma
Moved into a new crib, I might just grab a Bape sofa
It was cream, but I turned it to a grape soda
In the hood, iced out, you'd think I scrape yola
I'm an A-hole, Yae Yae on PA, Jordans off the Draco
Finna get my nod on, Morton's off the Faygo
Hoes do it pronto whatever I say so
Ride around, big TRX, body in the back
I can't show my every move, they copyin' the cat
Mind stuck on the grind, need some Wocky for a nap
Militia conversations be like, "Copy, roger that"
Pause, but I don't like how the 'Wood taste
I forgot how to push brakes
Overdid the shrooms and the juice, I can't look straight
I'll get the whole hood spanked on a good day
.308s turn his beanie to a pair of earmuffs
He rollin' bullsh*t, it gotta be some hard-to-hear Runtz
I'm finna f*ck my favorite opp's b*tch
I'm finna f*ck my favorite opp's b*tch to start the year up
Looked at my bank account, I might tear up
It ain't changed since high school, you still a weird f*ck
Little weird butt
He ain't never dropped a pair of buffs, he must fear Hutch
[Outro]
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam, you know?
Y'all keep bringin' up the old Tron, f*ck the old Tron
sh*ttyBoyz