Virus lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(Ayy, Clover, what up?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Bro got a mask on, no Coronavirus
b*tch can't get a ring like her phone on silent
I'm in love with the jacks, you the GOAT, Verizon
Big drip, all splash, I don't know Poseidon

[Verse 2: Chuckie CEO]
Aye, running to that money, I be speeding
Big chop leave a f*ck n*gga bleeding
Ayy, my n*ggas out here shooting for no reason
In that cell, I was talking to them demons
Out the way, say, I'm finna ball all season
Ayy, wipe a n*gga nose like a fever
I'm a pastor on the mic, I be preaching
Give 'em 50-50 out this Drac', we even

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Fiend OD, OT tryna overdrive
You ain't bring sh*t from OT but coronavirus
Young n*ggas like to smack n*ggas for no reason
I can sеnd a n*gga up to God, I know demons
The opp n*ggas dead, wе not, the score even
In the trap, if I see an opp, ain't no leaving
Dog wearing fake J's, them DeAndres
My n*gga Chuckie, he a CEO, this ain't Child's Play
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
I got some Wocky in my cup
Feel like Khris Middleton, I popped up with the bucks
What the f*ck? Hutch feeling c*cky on my buffs
sh*ttyBoyz Punch God, I'm pumpin' out with thrusts
In the jungle with some 'rillas, I'm with Skill and 'em
If you don't like the sh*t talk, come and kill it then
If that b*tch hit once, use the BIN again
Aaron Gordon in her, slam dunk, b*tch, I'm switching hands

[Verse 5: Chuckie CEO]
Yeah, I got real money, I just act fake
Ayy, hit it from the back, make her back break
Ayy, running up a check 'til my back ache
Yayo just bunched three fifties on a bad day
Finna slide, told that n*gga meet me halfway
f*cking with the gang, yeah, it's gon' be a sad day
f*cked around and slid on a n*gga, I got bad brakes
Ayy, I'll rob a n*gga for his last plate

[Verse 6: Skilla Baby]
I'm with the steppers, turn a n*gga to a pancake
I'll train a n*gga b*tch for a flat rate
I'll steal a n*gga b*tch, take a fast break
n*gga, I'll pass this b*tch to Tron, he'll sh*t on you
n*gga, no cap
Once you cross that line, you can't go back
Young n*ggas [?] and you know that
Rich n*gga, leave a b*tch with a broke back
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
SB, TNL, and we got woop
If it's beef, hula hoop, I'ma pop crew
Chop like rockin' riot, I'll pop dude
I just wanna thank Jesus I am not you (Thank God)
Told Scrumble come and smoke his ass
Made a hundred off of Joker's Stash
Lil' b*tch like Elsa with her frozen-ass
Bro hot as hell, riding 'round with a stolen mag (Stolen mag)

[Verse 8: Chuckie Ceo]
Ayy, I'll never call a b*tch over
f*ck around and gotta fake it like corona
I be itching for body, I'll blow ya
Young n*gga, I be tripping, I'll show ya (Let me hear that)
Ayy