BabyTron & Certified Trapper – So Tf What?

[Verse 4: Certified Trapper]
Finna pour up
Put a deuce in the Faygo, now I’m tore up
Put a hole in a nigga like a donut
Dead niggas in the blunt, finna roll up

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Get some drank, pour up, then re-seal it, pro up
Paint his face with that— pfft, now he gold dust
Then tell ’em I don’t know much
V-cuttin’, either gon’ throw up or go nuts
Tried to be a— shh
Tried to be a robber, lost his life on a bold stunt

[Verse 6: Certified Trapper]
Walk his ass down in Giuseppes, size forty-three
Bitch said she want a new wig, get a forty-piece
That’s all you worth?
Pickin’ up heavy loads, how hard you work?
Ten G’s in the mall, how hard you splurge?

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Told 12, “You won’t find—”
Ayy, told 12, “You ain’t gon’ find nothin’, it don’t matter how hard you search”
We gon’ start it off with headshots, you tried to argue first
Of course the gang believes in get-backs, but we gon’ harm you first
Another show sold out, today Sacramento
Specialize in talking big shit, I need a pack of Mentos

[Verse 8: Certified Trapper]
Bitch said she want some dick, so the fuck what?
You used to see me on the block, so the fuck what?
I got switch on the Glock, give no fuck, duck
So the fuck what? So the fuck what?

[Verse 9: BabyTron]
You made a fifty, oh, you cool, so the fuck what?
We had a class together back in school, so the fuck what?
So the fuck what? So the fuck what?
You finally went and broke a lil’ rule, so the fuck what?

[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia, long live $cams, you know?
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