MMA lyrics

[Intro: AllStar JR]
(Enrgy made this one)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Let's get a what?

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Send a blitz, he seein' Ghost in the backfield
Shoot at his feet, he a ho, make him tap dance
You a di*k sucker, let you tell it though, you tapped in
I'll big truck in, pedal lightly when I back in
Grab the thirty just to come out with the kids
Boy, my pop dirty as a bum under a bridge
You ain't never even touched the type of money on your head
Payin' over sticker price, my n*gga only wanted ten
I'm getting 'bows on a flat bed
Came a long way from floors with the crackheads (Long way)
Might not makе a million rapping, but the trap will
So I don't give a motherf*ck about no backеnd, bag life
Pay attention, show you how to cook a slab right
Way this b*tch hittin', show you how to wear a flashlight
All my son tuition, counted forty thou' last night (b*tch)
Don't go on mission, that's the n*ggas that's gon' crash out

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Brodie got a jack in there, we ain't talkin' off the jail phone
Catch an opp, snatch him up, and tie him to the railroad
Or pour some gas on him, spark a 'Wood, and throw it at him
Dub for a face shot, ten for an open casket
I'm talkin' hoppin' out the tree, I really know assassins
GOAT status, you can go and ask 'em
Locked in on my own island, Alcatraz
Touched down in the A, I snuck it in a Falcons bag
Walter White with it, unky cook it up like Malcom dad
Fairy-tale life, I'm just blowin' fire, draggin' bags
Get him out of here, he say whatever with his random ass
Blowin' Rasta with my ganjas, MIA in Little Haiti
b*tch said I'm crazy, I spent eighty on a lil' eighthy
Four pockets full up off the rap, I feel like Lil Baby
Backpack Celine, I grab the Birkin for my lil' lady
[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Jesus, believe me, I'm pleased to get even
Way I been slidin', bro, it is me a Visa
Me and Tron Mario, Luigi, we squeezing
Rare Smoke, airin' n*ggas out, make him bleed then
You wanna talk money? Lil' n*gga, talk then (Say something)
I don't walk in the bank, ho, I get walked in
Get your mans out the way with his lost ass
You can be anything, n*gga, be a boss then

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Poured three sixes like the Mafia
I'm an orca in that water, y'all tilapias
Truck bulletproof, you can try to pop me up
What your rent cost, I paid it on a Wocky cup
And your car note cost a T-shirt that's Helmut Lang
When I'm in that room for a forty-eight, won't tell a thing
Like, tell 'em I can't even spell my name
My b*tch in some Loub' heels, trippin' like she Ella Mai

[Verse 5: AllStar JR]
He tryna make Say Cheese, I'm tryna make pape' (He a clown)
Dee don't know no letters in between A, K
You in a Scat on Grand River in a fake chase
I'm in Beverly on Mulholland tryna Wraith race
[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Scam star, all these punches, you would think it's MMA
How the f*ck your buffs real? You can bend the frames
Three seconds left, time out, I'm finna end the game
Face shot family, I hope they got a vest for brains

[Verse 7: AllStar Jr]
I'm in the Louis checker lane
Rockets or a Texas game
Pistons or the Lions, courtside with that fryer (Pole)
Used to cop from the n*gga, now I'm his supplier
Sellin' everything
Zelle, Cash App, it's whatever, gang

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
We both got two feet, but we don't step the same
Mike Amiris on me or it's Yohji Yamamoto
Horses in my hood, I ain't never rockin' Polo
Got that cannon with the flash, I ain't finna crop a photo