Tron coulda went to the league
I coulda been in the pro open
She say she wanted a weave
I bought a bottega bag and that shit woven
I fucked up some commas now they on they period I leave the opps with a semi colon
The opps broke they got no motion
they only want beef like joe Rogan

Me and tron on a yacht, brought the wok and the pole in (Poland)
We in flint tryna rock we eroding
Horse back she gon ride me no Trojan
The chop go wadddlllttt pool coping
The bread make em wonder I never been loafin
I’m steppin on toes till my shit swollen
And I’m a rapper man I coulda been a…. postman
Hope my son shred like I’m Steve Olson
Im a top Jew now they sayin token
My brothers died and I ain’t even mourn yet
My brothers died and I’m still broken
They had to trauma hawk him out the crib
I’ll never go back to window pokin
It’s James and Benjamin you heard what I
It’s James and Benjamin you heard what I said
I’ll cop a cyber truck before I go bullying jits on the web
Pick you poison is it them or the lead
Pass it to tron and he leaving it dead
Real dolphin like Dan Marino
Big dreidel not a man of ego
Glock on my pant leg hit a coffee stain, no cap in chinos

Babytron
Pourin syrup but we ain’t at the ihop
All that eyeing we’ll turn em to a cyclops
Can’t afford a whip so he stuck at the bike shop
Can’t relate spent a ghost up at icebox
All this loose change can’t relate he a tight wad
Big old chop clear the scene like some eyedrops
Hoe blew me up talkin bout did my pipe bomb
Ay ay
Think he got on Louis but it say made in Taiwan
When I score 6 I ain’t die for the pylon
Pour it in my cup shit I might nod I might not
All rats opps but I’m far from a python
All snakes opps grab the head get my slice on
Let him diss me now it’s def jam icon
Red and white striped Marni come and try to find tron
If he try to ball get him stepped on Tyron
If he get loud get him touched like a iPod
3 legs told yo bitch I’m a tripod
Pulled it out my pants she was like oh my g-d
Good ferragom came a long way from izod
Glock with the flash on the front like a Nikon
Pshh the prize what my eyes on
Hoe think I love her brain small as a micron
Finna drop PJ and name that bitch fly tron
Do I give a fuck like it’s
ice hot?
You the type to let the opps score then say nice shot
I’m the chi 500 on some white sox
lucky westbrook blow a pape thinking why not
Swing a stick you would think I’m finna fly swat
Gave a crackhead a honeybun and told him try pot
She can’t even get a ring pop I don’t tie knots
Dude milking everything he do live stock

Tron coulda went to the league
I coulda been in the pro open
She say she wanted a weave
I bought a bottega bag and that shit woven
I fucked up some commas now they on they period I leave the opps with a semi colon
The opps broke they got no motion
they only want beef like joe Rogan