Top Songs By BabyTron
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Producer
Lyrics
Whew, whew, whew
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
Helluva made this beat, baby
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No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
Now I'm on the court ballin', droppin' everybody's jaws (Whew)
Phone smack, when you up, everybody call
Heart cold now, but that's just everybody fault (On God)
I used to watch 'em ball from the top row
Now I'm on the court scorin' shit, I do not choke (Ballin')
Runtz got me high flyin', top rope
Punch shit like UFC, call me Tron Jones (Punch)
On God, I can make ten easily (On God)
Burnin' rubber in the street like it's Need for Speed
Bitch on fire with the work like Alicia Keys (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Find a lil' sample, then I have Helly freak the beat (What up, Helly?)
If you haven't found out, bitch, I'm one of one
Up strap but got beat, is you tough or what?
Quit the game, doggie, bone, you can't fuck with us
If it's money money in the air, Zion, I'm jumpin' up
Haha, nah, for real, get your bunnies up (Haha)
Finna pass bro the sticks, I got twenty-one (Here you go)
Turn your voice the fuck down and get your money up
Feel like Little Debby, got a pocket full of honey buns (Honey buns)
Lil' bitch, I was made to win (Bitch)
Tried to lock me out the game, but I'm breakin' in
My white boy skimmin' shit, better change your PIN
I'm the punch god, grab a piece, then I say, "Amen" (Ooh)
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
Now I'm on the court ballin', droppin' everybody's jaws (Woo)
Phone smacked, when you up, everybody call
Heart cold now, but that's just everybody fault (On God)
I used to watch 'em ball from the top row
Now I'm on the court scorin' shit, I do not choke
Runtz got me high flyin', top rope
Punch shit like UFC, call me Tron Jones
Got a heart to pump blood, not to love a bitch
Runnin' to the Billboard, man I love this shit
You can tell SayCheese fuck that list
Chopstick like a sneakerhead, got a bunch of kick
They always ask what I'm mixed with (Woo)
Half-lion, half-goat, bitch, I've been this (Ha, dummy)
Asked Santa for a BIN on my wish list
Skatin' in the Scat, spinnin' hoes like a kickflip
Got the piece at ten, I made ten before 10:03
I got ten on me, that's a hunnid off of ten of these (A hunnid)
Bitch think I'm lyin' 'cause the Kenzo tee
Bro in the back with that choppa, NLE (Bitch)
Stress on a freak? I share 'em (Haha)
I don't serve crackheads, I wear 'em (Crackheads)
Slide? Man, I triple dog dare 'em (Woo)
Missed the first strike, spin the block, we can't spare 'em
Fake name Jack, grabbin' jacks out of state (Woo)
Slide to a Chase, hmm, then I'm back outer space (Woo)
Double back, drop it and I'm back out the bank
Dropped the Ethika and blew this freak back out of place (Goddamn)
I'ma put him up top like a pinned tweet (Up top)
Looked at the sky and asked God, "Could I win, please?" (Can I win?)
Next day I woke up, made a quick three
Really ain't shit, though, the whole world been free (Been free)
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
No cap, I was watchin' everybody ball
Now I'm on the court ballin', droppin' everybody jaw (Whew)
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, James Johnson
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