FATALITY lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Good punch from LA, call it "Rajon"
Bro'll chase you down on that block like he Bron Bron
Site too fire, you can't get what BabyTron on
Run up on me? I'ma leave that n*gga shaking like a pom-pom
Stupid-ass opps tryna munch then they dead
Glock so athletic, let it dunk on yo head
di*k too long, had her jumping off the bed
f*ck using cash, I'd rather punch, go and ask the fed
f*cking up a New York strip, f*ck a T-bone
pus*y too wet, this b*tch squirting on my Vlone
Twenty-seven hunnid, just cashed out on three phones
Dead stock Yeezys, you'll probably cash 'em pre-owned
Sent my b*tch in the store off a good debit
Lil' bro shooting, you gon' probably need a good medic
Pray to God that I meet a dumbass with good credit
Punch here and slide there, boy, I got a jugg fetish

[Verse 2: StanWill]
b*tch, I'm all on my cheese like a dentist be
Jimmy step in Christians like he had an administry
I just want the credit, give a f*ck 'bout yo identity
Ham said the scam was a scam, she offending me
Man, just go get the phones then go leave
Bro say it's f*ck you then you my enemy
Just got blew in the whip, feel like Kennedy
sh*ttyBoyz broke? b*tch, you f*cked up mentally
Boy ain't seeing cheese like he lactose
Oh, that's yo b*tch? Better lock up that back door
f*cked off the name, what the f*ck I gotta cap for?
Feel like Pillsbury, got more rolls than a fat ho
Jumped in the deep end, b*tch, I'm Hasselhoff
Bro said he got the torched tucked, he won't pass it off
He on tip, don't make them boys go and grab the chalk
Twenty-twenty vision and she still blew my glasses off
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Spin-a-Roonie on a b*tch, feel like Booker T
Seven hundred for the shoes, ain't no cookin' heat
You took yo pops' whip, then he took the keys
How you gon' slide on us when yo tank pushing E?
Feel like Ella Mae, b*tch, I'm tripping in these big B's
Feel like Undertaker with these punches, that's a big streak
Lil' b*tch blew the whole di*k, she a big freak
Ten phones on me, riding 'round, feel like Big Meech

[Verse 4: StanWill]
sh*ttyBoyz on top, ain't no topping it
In a zone when we locked in, ain't no stopping it
n*ggas want a page in the book, they Stojaković
Yo b*tch a head coach, call her "Head Popovich"
Let it be a play on the floor then I'm mopping it
If the jugg hit one time, I'm re-rocking it
Freak lil' white b*tch in love with chocolate
If you ain't sucking on the di*k, stop hopping it

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Oh, he charged up? Watch me give him low battery
I was broke as f*ck then I made a whole strategy
Groupie hoes choosing, got my main b*tch mad at me
Hit him dead in his sh*t, that's a fatality
[Verse 6: StanWill]
Shooter lift you up, give a f*ck about the gravity
Chose off the name, now I'm all in her anatomy
.9 work you out, knocking off a n*gga calories
Can teach you how to jugg, take a class at the academy

[Outro: BabyTron & StanWill]
Damn, b*tch, we was talking wet and it's seven hunnid on our feet so we talking wet
Damn, who is this?
That's another jugg, I gotta go
Man, I'ma leave the sh*t talking to my n*gga BabyTron
n*ggas know I don't say too much
But, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz