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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : Funnybutt
(Jose the Plug)
Ayy

Burnin´ up your brother´s feet
We turned him to a roach, we gon´ need another leaf

My shooter takin´ hits like he halfback
TRX was factory, but now it´s matte-black
That Cuban that he rockin´ goes onto his belly button
Already knowin´ that´s big bro´s, ain´t gotta tell me nothin´
Designer headwrap on, you´d think that I´m Egyptian
We make somethin´ out of nothin´, you would think that we magicians
I´m withdrawing from the bank, I´m withdrawing from the drank
You the type to finally start to run it up, fall on your face
They don´t know when I´ma slow down, LBJ
(They don´t know when I´ma slow down, LBJ)
Boy, that was 2020, please don´t try to sell me Kanyes

Alex Moss, I´m out in NYC like, "Fuck an Eliantte"
When the team on your back, it ain´t no room for error
Dog a rookie in that mask, yeah, he new to terror
Jasmine and Aladdin, flyin´ with my bitch
I´m an addict, I got habits, need another sip
I need another six, shit, I need another zip
Thought cuddy was done trappin´, but he need another brick
You gotta know these hoes ready to play another ´script
Let me hear it´s up, shit, it´s cool, I see above the rim
Tron an orca, can´t relate, these hoes love the shrimp
I can put him in position, but it´s up to him to win

How I got a hundred sons?
I still ain´t shot the club up, you got a hundred ones
You in the club lookin´ dumb, this a honey bun
Bein´ broke is a joke, I can´t relate, I´m one-of-one with your lil´ funny butt
You the type to have your ear on the grapevine
I´m the type to frrt, frrt, past the state lines
He noddin´ off a three of Karo, he noddin´ off a three of hit juice, boy, that´s a fake high
Shit, I´m quick to leave the function, I can´t stand a fake vibe
A fan caught me in the elevator, had to say, "Hi"
I ain´t worried ´bout the ´Gram, shit, it´s stack some pape´ time
Brodie tryna dodge the K, now his bag in Trey 5s
You done took twenty-somethin´ L´s straight, you a Piston

As long as I´m on Earth, at the best, you assistin´
They like, "Tron, you locked in, what the fuck, is you in prison?"
Just in October 2023, I blew a ticket
Feelin´ like the fuckin´ Matrix, close my eyes, I´m doin´ digits
Tryna fit in out of town, I´m strollin´ in the newest Civic
Turn that bitch to a snapback, we tryna shoot his fitted
Pull up, everybody fah, fah, they don´t know who done hit him
R.I.P. lil´ Mauri
If you say his name, gon´ hit your block and throw a pistol party
Bro was seventeen, up a fifty
Play with me, fill my Glock 17 up with sixty

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it
Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin´
I was underdog, I gotta overdo it
(I was underdog, I gotta overdo it)
I be high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
I be high, high, high, high as hell, this ain´t no sober music
Dog Shit Militia, bitch, I know you hear the motor barkin´
Akhi pulled up shootin´ at the crowd, ain´t even know the target

Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah
Prrt
Hey

Hey, hey

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it
Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin´
I was underdog, I gotta overdo it
(I was underdog, I gotta overdo it)

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know?