BabyTron and Trdee - Bada Boom Bada Bada Bing

(Ooh Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Ayo, Mark A)

Doing fifty in a thirty-five
Riding to success
Hit a couple bumps, lonely nights
Made me wanna, yeah
Keep it going, they'll hear me
Doing fifty in a thirty-five
Riding to success hit a couple bumps
Lonely nights made me wanna flex
She don't got a bag
Only thing she offer is some sex
He don't got a gram
He in the streets playing with a check
Baby, check me out, BBC, who the fuck is he?
Staring like he know me
Put his stupid-ass on NBC
TBT, used to pray just for the EBT
Hoping that it come 'cause my
Stomach had my BAC who really got yo back?
'Cause these niggas rеally think they
Slicker than some slacks
Typе of shit that get you whack
Now you on a shirt, in a body bag, and a pack
#MiniMe, you can clearly see that
These lil' niggas envy me i'm the only Dee
What you think "Tr" stand for?
I'm the real me
I'm like, "Baby, you know I stop
Do you really feel me?"
Man, you niggas kill me
If she find out I'm cheating
She might Emmett Till me
Damn, she gon' try to kill me
Used to grind just for a band
Now it's hunnid mill meal
Hunnid mil' just so I can
Go somewhere and chill kept it real
They should probably put me on a bill
Be for real
You ain't never went and got a kill
Bitch, I been a hustler
Coach put me in just for a steal

Unky look me in my eyes
Like, "Chill, you acting evil, neph'"
Punched every shoe I put on
I take illegal steps punched weapons too
I'm finna punch a Desert Eagle next
Curry clip hanging out the 'Miris
Know he peeped the steps
Turtle Pie, Money Man addition
I can't keep my breath
I might catch Corona flying Delta
Think I need a jet
Flashing USD and Burberry, bitch
I'm English dressed
Ninety-nine fatigue, run it up
I don't need no rest
I just wanna thank DistroKid
For the legal checks we in the deep end
Y'all ain't even got y'all fingers wet
He was betting against me? Ha
I know that he indebt
Bada boom, bada-bing, I shot a 762 at him
He ain't go no jumper on him
Could've swore he knew Adam
Please don't try to talk about
The scams with me, you new at 'em
Hunnid rounder on the water gun then
Shot a pool at him

(Ooh Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Ayo, Mark A)

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