carnivore - babytron lyrics
[intro]
(jose the plug)
(nyah)
[verse]
bad b*tch tryna eat me like a carnivore
i’m with head tappers, what you got on armor for?
before i rocked the stage out you know i took them cards in store
should’ve got a fast dude, gang ‘nem parked his ford
terminator, i’ll pull up with that arnold schwarz’
burberry bandit, ‘018 i had scarfs galore
you would think i’m in a bonfire, in here sparking s’mores
i don’t feel a thing nowadays, ain’t got a heart no more
the way he power forward with the glee, bro gon’ start at four
we don’t sip no f*cking deuces, boy, we start at fours
finna leave my pockets in the club, i’m tryna start a war
ayy, all that tryna ride the wave gon’ leave him parked at shore
footb*lls, barkley, shoot, we treat the farm like sports
in that [?] i get little like i’m ant*man
i make her get megatron as a trampstamp
i can’t even fit you in, boy, my schedule’s jammed packed
one more successful play and i’ma get my grand badge
i have her eatin’ d*ck at the stu’, she a lab rat
broddie got two straps, max payne; mad max
sh*t i got two straps too like a bag
in my zone off two p’s like i’m pat
they cannot stand to see me score, i see they like to hack
we’ll fly to the bowls but you know we driving back
in that caddy strapped, i ain’t even got the time to lack
when i’m in az i play like a diamond back
think i lost a dime in here, think i got too high in sak’s
yeah it’s bite down season but this ten bitin’ back
this a thousand dollar meal, you committing dine and dash
ain’t no age limit in this, i’ll probably slime yo’ gramm’s
i’ll up pole on yo’ granny if the price right
roy jones self scanning, it look just like fight night
b*tch, buckle up, you know we ride with life, right?
off a 20, 10 and 15, b*tch, i’m high, high
all them fairy tales you tellin’, like, why lie?
anywhere you go i’m right there, i’m like some wi*fi
we gon’ use our two feet, f*ck a lil’ drive by
we gon’ let the time run, boy, we only spike sprites
different drank, same fit, b*tch, i live the trife life
lil’ neph’ over janky, he won’t shoot the dice right
huh, you gon’ live up to the hype, right?
i was outside, you was sleeping with a night light
boy when it’s game time you gotta know them lights bright
this some new sauce, watch me make the clerk night*night
lately i been with them vampires, this a night life
if they catch you in the act, you gon’ do the time, right?
you won’t tell, will you? you won’t squeal, will you? i hope not
croatian chop got kick like it’s cro cop
unc multitask, hatch [?] while he grow crops
huh, boy you gotta know that road rocky
say you ain’t worried ’bout it, that’s ’cause you don’t know ocky
had to use a hair tie, this bullfrog grow sloppy
sh*t, we in georgia so it’s all bulldog action
might stack a hunnid off the scales, my fulls all smacking
never ever ever could i ever pull y’all tactics
d$m f*ck around and get a bulldog tatted
you be rolling loosey goosies, this a full log smashing
soon as ron touch down i threw some footb*lls at him
huh, how the f*ck i was counting up high as f*ck? had to round it up, i had put down the blunt
feel like dave blunts, i cannot put down the cup
you would think that unc in tryouts how he put down the cut
if i pop a yercy*yerc, watch how i put down the sl*t
been put down the juggs but i might pick them back up
yo’ mans down bad, ain’t y’all gon’ send him back up?
finna take her to the bathroom, she keep giving that look
it get crazy in my city, please don’t get k!lled on the book
if we pop out promise you ain’t finna get hit in the foot
back in school he was lame, i’ll give him a, “shh”
this is not a ordinary gun, i’ll give him a, “pltt”
b*tch, sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia, long live scam, you know (hey, hey, hey, hey, nyah, nyah)
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