BabyTron - Spidey - Senses
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๐ Lyrics
(Enrgy made this one)
Hey
Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate
It's the middle of the week, but it's feeling like a Saturday
You ain't got no pull, I'm known from Maine down to Santa Fe
Running up my accolades
Tell a bitch to act her age
Couldn't even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake
Shit, I'm too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate
Tension in the air, we see the opps, make 'em evaporate
Sippin' dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade
You a dirty bum, don't make me break down and elaborate
Could've went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith
We ain't givin' extra point-ones, let it calibrate
Life ain't a fairy tale, the villains be victorious
Shit, I'm thumbin' through a book, I got more pape' than a historian
Fuck around and fly the whip around, you'd think it's a Delorian
He won't come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin'
Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian
Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year, it's been glorious
German source on Discord, he got me speakin' Sorbian
On the road with fire slides and punches just like Scorpion
All that rah-rah you talking, it don't un-lame you
Shooters, they been practicing, gon' fuck around and gun range you
You been MIA, shit, you must be out of luck, ain't you?
Ask a bitch like, "If I up this roll, you gon' fuck, ain't you?"
Part time hustle comes with part time results
When I pop a P, it's like Bruce Banner turning Hulk
Shit, I feel my Spidey-Senses tinglin', spinnin' the McLaren
All the horsies in the trunk, you'd think the whip came with a carriage
Belt to ass, see the opps and whip 'em like they parents
Wedding Cake touch, plug text like, "It's time for marriage"
All these stores lettin' me down, might catch a flight to Paris
Know you see this jewelry on my neck, gon' strain an eye from staring
Yeah, my pain deep, but my bag deeper
Told the plug, "Pull up with loud," he came through tryna blast speakers
If I like it, I'ma grab it, I am not a tag reader
Shit, he runnin' out of miles, just go check his gas meter
Catching bricks, glass cleaner
Where I'm at, grass greener
Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shootin' with his bad finger
SIG Sauer with the long nose like an anteater
Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher
Shit, fuck, finna geek up like we at the Comic Con
Every time I see her, I get ate, call her octagon
How I took off in this foreign whip, you'd think I shot to prom
I can't give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com
Hunted down some retro red, it's finna get nostalgic
Smokin' California in Miami, but the kicks Italian
Militia vibes, you catch a hat and you gon' get medallions
Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion?
We ain't gotta check dog, he gon' self-guard
Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar
You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar
Punch work so fire, it might melt cards
I can't tell you where we workin' at, location unknown
I'm a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs
We gon' make it flood, throw it up 'til the club close
(ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia)
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, damn
Hey
Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate
It's the middle of the week, but it's feeling like a Saturday
You ain't got no pull, I'm known from Maine down to Santa Fe
Running up my accolades
Tell a bitch to act her age
Couldn't even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake
Shit, I'm too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate
Tension in the air, we see the opps, make 'em evaporate
Sippin' dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade
You a dirty bum, don't make me break down and elaborate
Could've went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith
We ain't givin' extra point-ones, let it calibrate
Life ain't a fairy tale, the villains be victorious
Shit, I'm thumbin' through a book, I got more pape' than a historian
Fuck around and fly the whip around, you'd think it's a Delorian
He won't come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin'
Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian
Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year, it's been glorious
German source on Discord, he got me speakin' Sorbian
On the road with fire slides and punches just like Scorpion
All that rah-rah you talking, it don't un-lame you
Shooters, they been practicing, gon' fuck around and gun range you
You been MIA, shit, you must be out of luck, ain't you?
Ask a bitch like, "If I up this roll, you gon' fuck, ain't you?"
Part time hustle comes with part time results
When I pop a P, it's like Bruce Banner turning Hulk
Shit, I feel my Spidey-Senses tinglin', spinnin' the McLaren
All the horsies in the trunk, you'd think the whip came with a carriage
Belt to ass, see the opps and whip 'em like they parents
Wedding Cake touch, plug text like, "It's time for marriage"
All these stores lettin' me down, might catch a flight to Paris
Know you see this jewelry on my neck, gon' strain an eye from staring
Yeah, my pain deep, but my bag deeper
Told the plug, "Pull up with loud," he came through tryna blast speakers
If I like it, I'ma grab it, I am not a tag reader
Shit, he runnin' out of miles, just go check his gas meter
Catching bricks, glass cleaner
Where I'm at, grass greener
Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shootin' with his bad finger
SIG Sauer with the long nose like an anteater
Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher
Shit, fuck, finna geek up like we at the Comic Con
Every time I see her, I get ate, call her octagon
How I took off in this foreign whip, you'd think I shot to prom
I can't give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com
Hunted down some retro red, it's finna get nostalgic
Smokin' California in Miami, but the kicks Italian
Militia vibes, you catch a hat and you gon' get medallions
Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion?
We ain't gotta check dog, he gon' self-guard
Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar
You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar
Punch work so fire, it might melt cards
I can't tell you where we workin' at, location unknown
I'm a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs
We gon' make it flood, throw it up 'til the club close
(ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia)
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, damn
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.06] (Enrgy made this one)
[00:01.42] Hey
[00:03.32] Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate
[00:05.23] It's the middle of the week, but it's feeling like a Saturday
[00:08.02] You ain't got no pull, I'm known from Maine down to Santa Fe
[00:10.47] Running up my accolades
[00:11.62] Tell a bitch to act her age
[00:12.83] Couldn't even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake
[00:15.33] Shit, I'm too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate
[00:17.88] Tension in the air, we see the opps, make 'em evaporate
[00:20.25] Sippin' dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade
[00:22.89] You a dirty bum, don't make me break down and elaborate
[00:25.24] Could've went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith
[00:27.79] We ain't givin' extra point-ones, let it calibrate
[00:30.27] Life ain't a fairy tale, the villains be victorious
[00:32.39] Shit, I'm thumbin' through a book, I got more pape' than a historian
[00:34.88] Fuck around and fly the whip around, you'd think it's a Delorian
[00:37.30] He won't come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin'
[00:40.13] Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian
[00:42.67] Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year, it's been glorious
[00:45.06] German source on Discord, he got me speakin' Sorbian
[00:47.66] On the road with fire slides and punches just like Scorpion
[00:50.31] All that rah-rah you talking, it don't un-lame you
[00:52.44] Shooters, they been practicing, gon' fuck around and gun range you
[00:55.02] You been MIA, shit, you must be out of luck, ain't you?
[00:57.47] Ask a bitch like, "If I up this roll, you gon' fuck, ain't you?"
[00:59.91] Part time hustle comes with part time results
[01:02.05] When I pop a P, it's like Bruce Banner turning Hulk
[01:04.88] Shit, I feel my Spidey-Senses tinglin', spinnin' the McLaren
[01:07.43] All the horsies in the trunk, you'd think the whip came with a carriage
[01:10.19] Belt to ass, see the opps and whip 'em like they parents
[01:12.35] Wedding Cake touch, plug text like, "It's time for marriage"
[01:15.16] All these stores lettin' me down, might catch a flight to Paris
[01:17.11] Know you see this jewelry on my neck, gon' strain an eye from staring
[01:19.98] Yeah, my pain deep, but my bag deeper
[01:21.87] Told the plug, "Pull up with loud," he came through tryna blast speakers
[01:24.39] If I like it, I'ma grab it, I am not a tag reader
[01:26.71] Shit, he runnin' out of miles, just go check his gas meter
[01:29.20] Catching bricks, glass cleaner
[01:30.52] Where I'm at, grass greener
[01:31.79] Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shootin' with his bad finger
[01:34.26] SIG Sauer with the long nose like an anteater
[01:36.62] Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher
[01:39.13] Shit, fuck, finna geek up like we at the Comic Con
[01:42.05] Every time I see her, I get ate, call her octagon
[01:44.40] How I took off in this foreign whip, you'd think I shot to prom
[01:47.01] I can't give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com
[01:49.64] Hunted down some retro red, it's finna get nostalgic
[01:51.80] Smokin' California in Miami, but the kicks Italian
[01:54.54] Militia vibes, you catch a hat and you gon' get medallions
[01:57.02] Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion?
[01:59.67] We ain't gotta check dog, he gon' self-guard
[02:01.71] Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar
[02:04.53] You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar
[02:07.02] Punch work so fire, it might melt cards
[02:09.23] I can't tell you where we workin' at, location unknown
[02:11.72] I'm a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs
[02:14.14] We gon' make it flood, throw it up 'til the club close
[02:16.99] (ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia)
[02:19.00] Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
[02:21.68] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
[02:24.08] Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
[02:26.55] Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, damn
[02:28.84]
[00:01.42] Hey
[00:03.32] Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate
[00:05.23] It's the middle of the week, but it's feeling like a Saturday
[00:08.02] You ain't got no pull, I'm known from Maine down to Santa Fe
[00:10.47] Running up my accolades
[00:11.62] Tell a bitch to act her age
[00:12.83] Couldn't even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake
[00:15.33] Shit, I'm too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate
[00:17.88] Tension in the air, we see the opps, make 'em evaporate
[00:20.25] Sippin' dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade
[00:22.89] You a dirty bum, don't make me break down and elaborate
[00:25.24] Could've went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith
[00:27.79] We ain't givin' extra point-ones, let it calibrate
[00:30.27] Life ain't a fairy tale, the villains be victorious
[00:32.39] Shit, I'm thumbin' through a book, I got more pape' than a historian
[00:34.88] Fuck around and fly the whip around, you'd think it's a Delorian
[00:37.30] He won't come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin'
[00:40.13] Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian
[00:42.67] Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year, it's been glorious
[00:45.06] German source on Discord, he got me speakin' Sorbian
[00:47.66] On the road with fire slides and punches just like Scorpion
[00:50.31] All that rah-rah you talking, it don't un-lame you
[00:52.44] Shooters, they been practicing, gon' fuck around and gun range you
[00:55.02] You been MIA, shit, you must be out of luck, ain't you?
[00:57.47] Ask a bitch like, "If I up this roll, you gon' fuck, ain't you?"
[00:59.91] Part time hustle comes with part time results
[01:02.05] When I pop a P, it's like Bruce Banner turning Hulk
[01:04.88] Shit, I feel my Spidey-Senses tinglin', spinnin' the McLaren
[01:07.43] All the horsies in the trunk, you'd think the whip came with a carriage
[01:10.19] Belt to ass, see the opps and whip 'em like they parents
[01:12.35] Wedding Cake touch, plug text like, "It's time for marriage"
[01:15.16] All these stores lettin' me down, might catch a flight to Paris
[01:17.11] Know you see this jewelry on my neck, gon' strain an eye from staring
[01:19.98] Yeah, my pain deep, but my bag deeper
[01:21.87] Told the plug, "Pull up with loud," he came through tryna blast speakers
[01:24.39] If I like it, I'ma grab it, I am not a tag reader
[01:26.71] Shit, he runnin' out of miles, just go check his gas meter
[01:29.20] Catching bricks, glass cleaner
[01:30.52] Where I'm at, grass greener
[01:31.79] Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shootin' with his bad finger
[01:34.26] SIG Sauer with the long nose like an anteater
[01:36.62] Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher
[01:39.13] Shit, fuck, finna geek up like we at the Comic Con
[01:42.05] Every time I see her, I get ate, call her octagon
[01:44.40] How I took off in this foreign whip, you'd think I shot to prom
[01:47.01] I can't give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com
[01:49.64] Hunted down some retro red, it's finna get nostalgic
[01:51.80] Smokin' California in Miami, but the kicks Italian
[01:54.54] Militia vibes, you catch a hat and you gon' get medallions
[01:57.02] Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion?
[01:59.67] We ain't gotta check dog, he gon' self-guard
[02:01.71] Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar
[02:04.53] You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar
[02:07.02] Punch work so fire, it might melt cards
[02:09.23] I can't tell you where we workin' at, location unknown
[02:11.72] I'm a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs
[02:14.14] We gon' make it flood, throw it up 'til the club close
[02:16.99] (ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia)
[02:19.00] Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
[02:21.68] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
[02:24.08] Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
[02:26.55] Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, damn
[02:28.84]