Feel Like Tron
[Intro]
"Shit, make sure it ain't on safety, man
So we can get the fuck up outta here
Man, Glocks don't have no fuckin' safety"
They don't have no fuckin' safety, idiot
I'ma say it everytime
Yeah, huh
Back again, talkin' shit, I feel like-
Huh, yeah
Back again, talkin'-
Okay
[Verse]
Back again, talkin' shit, I feel like Tron
Give a bitch a ball, hit the shuffle, I feel like Juan
If he tough, give him shots like I'm Lil Jon
I got up the tint with the Glock like my name Shaun
IR test to the gang like my name Ron
In the ring, I'm a king like my name Don
Bitch, I'm all about my green like I'm Draymond
I get all up in her spleen, she like, "Hang on"
Bitch, I'm Don Juan, smack a bitch with my ring on
Huh, sippin' lean, fell asleep, Rick Sanchez
Bad bitch with me, and she Rudy like Fernández
Huh, I told a bitch I'm gone forever like Hernandez
Boy, you not a boss, you be doin' what that man says
I heard you got kicked out your city, you can't go back
They heard that I keep a shooter with me, Steve Novak
Bitch, I'm in my prime right now, fuck a throwback
Lot up on my mind right now, where the smoke at?
Stuff a three-five in a 'wood, that's a Reggie Lewis
You could never catch me out of bounds, I'm steady movin'
Back to back to back, buffalo, he steady losin'
.762'll make him drop, Kamaru Usman
Summertime, we gon' drop the top, then start the crusin' (Yeah)
This a fat 'wood, baby, I don't do tobacco
Boy, you old as hell, washed up, Joe Flacco
My pockets VVW, you fuckin' wit' the fat hoes
Get this shit alone, I don't care where the grass grows
No, I ain't smellin' what you sellin' like a bad nose
Bitch, I'm flexin' on my sons like a dad post
Hit him in his shit, Bobby Shmurda, where his hat go?
Bitch, I would go and rob a church if my racks low
[?] Einstein, he be whippin' in a lab coat
Reachin' for a ki' then I'ma end it on a bad note
[?] water, bitch, I put in on just like a bath boat
Play me on the aux and you should crank it to the max', ho
What the fuck these bitches poppin' Percs and smokin' blacks for?
Ha, uh! You hoes nasty
How you tough on Instagram? I seen you get your ass beat
How you praisin' God? You was sniffin' coke last week
All these bitches sluts, where the fuck do y'all dads be?
Man, I hope you bitches get robbed on a backstreet
Try to rob me, I make it run like a-, yeah
I mean-, I make it run like a track race
Money comin' fast, back then, I was last place
Put it in his mouth, mukbang, how the gat taste?
I done put a F on my belt, that's a bad waist
When you get a F for yo' bitch, that's a bad phase
[Outro]
Ahaha, oh my fuckin' God, stop playin' wit' me
Yeah, bitch
I'm back again, talkin' shit, I feel like Tron
Bitch
"Shit, make sure it ain't on safety, man
So we can get the fuck up outta here
Man, Glocks don't have no fuckin' safety"
They don't have no fuckin' safety, idiot
I'ma say it everytime
Yeah, huh
Back again, talkin' shit, I feel like-
Huh, yeah
Back again, talkin'-
Okay
[Verse]
Back again, talkin' shit, I feel like Tron
Give a bitch a ball, hit the shuffle, I feel like Juan
If he tough, give him shots like I'm Lil Jon
I got up the tint with the Glock like my name Shaun
IR test to the gang like my name Ron
In the ring, I'm a king like my name Don
Bitch, I'm all about my green like I'm Draymond
I get all up in her spleen, she like, "Hang on"
Bitch, I'm Don Juan, smack a bitch with my ring on
Huh, sippin' lean, fell asleep, Rick Sanchez
Bad bitch with me, and she Rudy like Fernández
Huh, I told a bitch I'm gone forever like Hernandez
Boy, you not a boss, you be doin' what that man says
I heard you got kicked out your city, you can't go back
They heard that I keep a shooter with me, Steve Novak
Bitch, I'm in my prime right now, fuck a throwback
Lot up on my mind right now, where the smoke at?
Stuff a three-five in a 'wood, that's a Reggie Lewis
You could never catch me out of bounds, I'm steady movin'
Back to back to back, buffalo, he steady losin'
.762'll make him drop, Kamaru Usman
Summertime, we gon' drop the top, then start the crusin' (Yeah)
This a fat 'wood, baby, I don't do tobacco
Boy, you old as hell, washed up, Joe Flacco
My pockets VVW, you fuckin' wit' the fat hoes
Get this shit alone, I don't care where the grass grows
No, I ain't smellin' what you sellin' like a bad nose
Bitch, I'm flexin' on my sons like a dad post
Hit him in his shit, Bobby Shmurda, where his hat go?
Bitch, I would go and rob a church if my racks low
[?] Einstein, he be whippin' in a lab coat
Reachin' for a ki' then I'ma end it on a bad note
[?] water, bitch, I put in on just like a bath boat
Play me on the aux and you should crank it to the max', ho
What the fuck these bitches poppin' Percs and smokin' blacks for?
Ha, uh! You hoes nasty
How you tough on Instagram? I seen you get your ass beat
How you praisin' God? You was sniffin' coke last week
All these bitches sluts, where the fuck do y'all dads be?
Man, I hope you bitches get robbed on a backstreet
Try to rob me, I make it run like a-, yeah
I mean-, I make it run like a track race
Money comin' fast, back then, I was last place
Put it in his mouth, mukbang, how the gat taste?
I done put a F on my belt, that's a bad waist
When you get a F for yo' bitch, that's a bad phase
[Outro]
Ahaha, oh my fuckin' God, stop playin' wit' me
Yeah, bitch
I'm back again, talkin' shit, I feel like Tron
Bitch