90's Bulls

(الألبوم: MegaTron 2 - 2023)

[Intro:]
(RizzyGotTheHeat)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

[BabyTron:]
Audemars Piguet, I blew it out, it ain't for telling time
Something 'bout that codeine when it blend in with the lemon-lime
Something 'bout them dollars when they get inside my palm
High as hell, talking to demons, I can't tell my rights from wrongs
Thoughts flowing out my brain, you won't catch me write a song
Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong
'Rilla on my hoodie, bitch, I'm a king like I'm Kong
Bing to the bong, ding to the dong
Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song
Old pussy-ass jit, you probably bleed through your thong
Shout-out Icebox, you see bling to the blaow
Scoring like I'm Kobe Bryant, taking beans out of town
Sipping Wock' in Poland like I'm Boat, this lean, can't pronounce
I'm known north to west, I'm known east to south
In a California king, remember dreams on the couch
They ain't seen a ring in years, shit, they team on a drought
If I pop a V-cut, it's gon' be steam I let out
I'ma call you Oscar, sipping green lean, you a grouch
And your whole life trash
They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass
If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab
Fell asleep for two days with my high ass
Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast
We don't believe a word you say 'cause you cry wolf
The spot Gordon Food Service, pull up, buy bulk
CVVs, punches green, I feel like Hulk
Marni fuzzy than a bitch, it feel like wool
Heavy threats, can't compare to your light pull
Pouring red, my pop black, we ball like Bulls, I'm '93 Jordan
See the so-called MVP in the finals and keep scoring
Steering wheel on the right side, bitch, the sleeve foreign
Opps so scared of beef, they probably don't even eat Morton's
Throw a hook, then sign the receipt underneath, it's G. Foreman
Oh, you got a three poured? Every time I dream, it's lucid
Broke 'cause you scared to take a risk, like, how you think this stupid?
Trisha got me moving .5 speed, I'm sleeping, drooling
Hundred steps ahead at all times like all I think's conclusions
Why you post that eater on your story? You just being foolish
Why you in Kappa?
Somewhere only rockets get like I'm with NASA
There he go, I ain't saying shit, just click-clacking
NFL Combine, we had 'em zig-zagging
Talking 'bout the plug, you ain't even on brick status
Out in Hollywood, I think I'm finna Fifths Ave it, I'm a Saks fanatic
Came out in a thousand-dollar 'fit to just go grab a package
How I'm working magic, you would think I got a hat with rabbits
First name Jack, not no Black, I be Apple stacking
Stop flashing that, can't grab a jacket from the Fashion District
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia

[G.T.:]
Ayy, yeah (Brrt)
I can't stop, I got that mamba mentality (Let's go)
Chopper hit his ass, then you know it's fatality
ShittyBoyz walked in with Wavy Gang, they tried to tackle me (Tried to tackle me)
They on the way, I'm in the spot, now I'm bagging it (Now I'm bagging it)
You the type to put the call in, never grab it
Bro'll show you how to flip it fast, no spatula (No spatula)
Bro'll show you how to stretch it fast, no wrestling (Let's go)
I can look at you and tell you ain't getting cake (Getting cake)
Boy, we made it off the white girl like Ricki Lake (Like Ricki Lake)
House by the lake, that's a new estate (For real)
You in that same place, all you do is hate
When I rock the rose gold plain, that's a hundred K
If you ever try to take a thing, you see a hundred K's
Pull up, make it rain on a sunny day (Brrt)
Feel like the old Weezy, I might rock the Bape
Lando rock the Tiziano 'cause we paid in full (For real)
Work so strong like we fighting bulls (Fighting bulls)
We winning every year like the '90s Bulls (Go)
Nigga doing all that tough talking, make him bite the tool
Whip sitting on them fuck-yous, we just broke the rules
Bro don't like to take Percs, he just pop the blues
Hot as hell, but he'll still put you on the news
Tron crazy, he just put a six in a Mountain Dew

[Cash Kidd:]
Sound crazy, bitch, your lil' nigga got more guap than who?
When we see a green ham, we turn to Dr. Seuss
Thirty ball on me like a three-point contest
Big B's on like a fucking Red Sox hat
Hit a horny bitch named Charlotte with a bobcat
Broke bitch thinking she the catch, need to stop that
I got rich off hoeing niggas, yeah, rap paid me
Doing credit card fraud with the tax lady
Came out the pussy acting funny like a crack baby
Gave your bitch backshots, but she ain't Frankie
You gon' make me set it off, came up there and never thought
Pokémon with the nut, she gon' catch it all
Nigga was a killer, why he hit the stand, tell it all?
Bad referee, when she get hit, I ain't gon' never call
Yeah, hop out, slay a nigga, feel like Santa Claus
If it's money on the floor, I'm coming out, Diana Ross
I just want the neck, I'm getting confused, why is your panties off?
Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez
Nigga, I'll give this bitch to you, ain't gotta backdoor me
Treat him like a tennis player, leave his hat open