BabyTron - Early Bird lyrics

[Intro] (242) sh*ttyBoyz [Verse] Turned fifteen to a thirty, I ain't even try Chopstick make me feel immortal, I can't even lie Ran up a check in some sneaks I ain't even tie Roadran down to the A, I ain't even fly Swear to God y'all ain't doin' sh*t Try and cross me, nail him to it, get him crufixed Feelin' too good in the strip, I done threw a strip sh*ttyBoyz, if you don't know about us, better Google it I'ma flip the script if I hit the switch 2010, you was losin' fights, boy, you been a b*tch Foreign kicks hit for a sleeve off a drippy 'fit We just found out what he lease, he better switch his whips And if he don't, we finna crack his taco We be ballin' еarly in the morning, you can ask Alonzo Backpack boys, Backwood, please don't pass a fronto Plеnty shots for the both of y'all since your man so macho They gon' name the block after y'all Heard his last song, it had a whole lot of cap involved You gon' get that lil' shot swat, better pass the ball You was sleep, I was gettin' to it at the crack of dawn Early bird gets the worm, don't it? Third degree from the monkey nuts, I left a burn on 'em I can get 'em killed for a verse, put some words on 'em People stabbed me in my back, I would've never turned on 'em But that's alright, 'cause I learned from 'em Duke said, "You young as hell, the best and the worst comin'" Unky told me 'bout your unky, told me he ain't serve nothin' Got the ups for real, you can catch me off the vert' dunkin' I can't be fu*ked with, but that ain't nothin' new b*tch jaw dropped seein' fifty, this ain't nothin', boo Thousand-dollar Nikes on my pivots just for runnin' shoes fu*k an L, lately all I been seein' is W's Japanese creme soda, turned it into jungle juice Runnin' up on tip, guarantee we gon' humble you If we hear it's bread on your head, we gon' crumble you Stop talkin' like we cool, dude, I don't fu*k with you sh*ttyBoyz, but we ain't number two Rapstar, remember when my songs was at a hundred views Firework, if I really could, I'd punch a coupe SB for real, that's the gang, b*tch, we stuck like glue Hundred deep, that's a scary sight for any crew Lil' freak b*tch, hoops in like she Betty Boop Crackheads, AF1s, run it up in Nelly shoes Talkin' 'bout he want it head on, but I bet he juke b*tch, I wouldn't dodge beef in a Hellcat Roll the windows down, Turtle Pie, let 'em smell that Lookin' at the pockets on them jeans, can you spell flat? How is you a winner? You done took a thousand L's, jack Been a hustler since birth, comin' in with chip work Gold Hutch chain, it look like when bu*ter get churned If that b*tch jam, better pray that other stick work Bro ain't got no screws, he done brought the cutter in church [Outro] Yeah, huh, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy sh*ttyBoyz