Double Trouble lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
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[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Lil' b*tch, I'm smoking Skittles, I can taste the rainbow
Xbox, ganked his dumbass, I done gave him halo
2016 Don C, naw, them ain't no Kangols
I done did his car so dirty, I should pay for MAACO
Your b*tch made my legs weak, damn, my sh*t can't function
You was blowing up her phone? Buddy, I was face humping
Twenty-three shots in his chest, he LeBron James cousin
That lil' b*tch keep looking at me, smell a "hey" coming
I ain't say nothing 'cause my 'Gram got a blue check
Ain't gotta save nothing, b*tch, I scam, this a blue check
Smoking Runtz, Cookie Monster sh*t, blue Louis crewneck
Driveway, if it hit, f*ck around and do the two-step
Mhm, verifying off of two steps
Why the f*ck the Scat got more hammers than a tool shed?
b*tch, I'm big dripping, I'm the type to leave the pool drenched
If you catch me scrumble in my pockets, still don't need your two cents
Loose lips? Mmm-mmm, I'll smack a flame out you
Give a f*ck if your granddad chillin', smack the cane off him
Give a f*ck if your unky servin', I'll take his 'caine from him
Widebody 440, mm-hmm, I'll take the lane from 'em
Oh sh*t, Speed Racer, I do one-fifty
Knew the world was f*cked up when I f*cked her off of one giffy
He tried to run off on the sh*ttyBoyz, now he's the one sh*tty
Couldn't spin, my hip was f*cked up, I did a one-sixty (Damn)
Hit him in his head, I knocked the noodles out him
Spooky-ass Glock got a body, spark the voodoo out him
He had that tough tone in his heart until we blew it out him
Driving through the mountains, features up, no, I can't do a thousand
[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
What's good, BabyTron? Tap your baby in
In the club with some sticks like the Navy in
Big guns too, it ain't no .380s in
I'll drop drip with a roll and do my wavy dance
I'm switching different stations with a Glock on me
And I talk rude in them stores with a knot on me
This a sixty-dollar plate, this is not Coney
Boogz got a scar on his face, but he not Tony
f*ckin' on some n*gga b*tch, pull her lil' pony
And you know the pus*y wet, b*tch, it sound like macaroni
Lil' b*tch got a fat ass, but her waist bony
I don't need n*ggas, no, I get money by my lonely
I ain't the same as these n*ggas, I can brag different
Every n*gga with me got V8s, so we drag different
And we up our Gen 4s quick if we think it's tension
I had to cut a b*tch off quick 'cause she ain't wanna listen
b*tch, you know I keep chicken like it's Ponderosa
Bro shoot good from the corner like he Barbosa
f*ck your b*tch like a demon, she done wet the sofa
b*tch said she was thirsty, so I gave her a soda
I ain't know what flavor she wanted, so I gave her ass a cola
LDG slime with this sh*t, but he not a cobra
Let me grab another zip, I got a play on Holbrook
If you the plug, then why the f*ck I gotta hold up?
Middle man-ass n*ggas tryna make the prices go up
Come to the L, ain't a drought, this b*tch sewed up
Five-seveN bullets hit your stomach, make you throw up
Quavis went to Gary for a chain, now he froze up
n*ggas steady speaking down, they don't even know us
I should kill this n*gga, called for a 'bow and never showed up
When it come to swiping cards, I could be a teacher
Your b*tch steady doing di*k, she think she a keeper
She say she hungry for the di*k, I guess I'm 'bout to feed her
f*ck her face, she got wet spots all on my beater
You gon' be sick as hell, you find out that she a cheater
And everywhere I go, just know I gotta keep a heater
Pop a n*gga