BabyTron - $100 Rice Bowl lyrics
[Intro] Getta Beats Ayy Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse 1] fu*k around and throw a Hail Mary, we on [?] inches b*tch like Dior bags and fur, can afford her kitten 'RT barking, nah, the neighbors can't ignore the drift He ran up then he heard a "boom", what a poor decision In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah, we soaring in it Sipping on the Wock' while I fu*k until snoring in it Looking Asian off the cookie but it ain't no fortune in it I can't even cuff a lil' b*tch 'cause y'all who*es be finished Twelve Pro Max, five twelve, thirteen in jacks Throw a punch this way? I'm shooting, I ain't swinging back Used to be nice, horns grew and my wings dethatched You blow eighty-seven regular, this some diesel gas Captain Obvious, shoelaces, they say "Shoelaces" On telegraph, Captain Jay's or I can Nu Wave it Sniper lock his target in his scope, we don't do chasing We'll cut you off at the head, we don't do snaking [Hook] He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he? Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we? I been winning lately, I can give a fu*k 'bout who hate me Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe" Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on [Verse 2] You ain't got a Cali plug, that is not no Cali crud Really I'm a flashy fu*k, I think the opps mad we up Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup I just punched hibachi, yeah, the dasher on the way with it Headshots, I ain't finna lag, ain't no game glitching If it's two seconds on the clock then I'm game winning Turtle Pie, this a three five, I'm just pain killing Do some fraud then get away with it You ain't even on yo own sh*t, just on our wave chilling Pay [?] watch the K hit him, we be grave digging I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling b*tch said she knew she seen me out 'cause I was bang flipping Gotta wear a hoodie, you don't, ain't got the same image Home runner, grand slam, never could I base hit it I'm a sh*ttyBoy, b*tch dumb, think I ain't sh*tting [Hook] He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he? Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we? I been winning lately, I can give a fu*k 'bout who hate me Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe" Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on [Verse 3] Yeah AR with the beam, got more voltage than a wunderwaffe You could be the toughest, big Triple S'll stomp it out you Surf with the turf, never ever would I punch McDonald's If the main kudos, why the fu*k are y'all buffies [?] Za to the motherfu*king za, every puff be toxic Shooter kill you on his bike then he get to bunny hopping Up the gummy on her, I don't know how she went dummy on it Give a fu*k about y'all input 'cause y'all just be watching [Outro] Ha-ha, yeah (Ha-ha, yeah, we some fools, ain't we?) Yeah (Yeah) Y'all just be watching (Nah) I'm on the court (I don't do maybe) Swear to God, that's how life goes Yeah, for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on And get my swipe on