BabyTron - Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] I'm her MCM, MCM belt on like Mermaid Man sh*t, that's a Danny G beat sh*ttyBoyz [Verse 1: BabyTron] I'm her MCM, MCM belt on like Mermaid Man b*tch a city girl, she wanna fu*k 'cause she heard I scam Tryna fu*k with me? Boy, that's like tryna surf on sand BINs so fire, punched up and I burnt my hand [Verse 2: Since99] He can't pay his rent so he boutta go scam his fans How the hell it's 2021 and you still taking Xans? I'ma spread the pape with my thumbs and watch it expand Hoes watching me just like a TV, I'm on demand [Verse 3: BabyTron] I can run the play or catch the bag, I'm a slotback Never been racist, ash white and my pop black Snatch a b*tch heart out her chest like Mortal Kombat Woke up late on the jacks, where the fu*k my Crocs at? [Verse 4: Since99] Hit the vibe in the BNB, where my socks at? How he gon' pour a pint of Tris' but the pop flat? Pulling up unannounced to your crib in all black Limoncello in the blunt, rolling up that top pack [Verse 5: BabyTron] I'm with 99, crazy that's my overall with Visas Trackhawk season, boy, you outside walking, freezing Damn near bougie, eighty dollar eighth and the water Fiji Made a Larry Bird the last time the clerks in Boston see me [Verse 6: Since99] She boutta su*k the soul out me just like a game of Ouija Walk in, vandalize Saks and spray it with graffiti I can't really help that Tron looks like OhGeezy He was tryna get him a percentage but I'm too greedy [Verse 7: BabyTron] fu*ked 'em both up, Melrose and Rodeo Thinking he a star, put the scope on him, Galileo Money blue and pink, cotton candy, gotta match the Faygo Almost beat the chef ass 'cause I did not ask for mayo fu*ked up Sam's Club, I ain't pay Uncle Sam nothing RIP Darryl Dawkins, broke the reader with a slam dunk Talking 'bout yo buffs real? Let's go up in and ask Hutch Lawrence Taylor with this piece, I fu*ked around, fu*ked Saks up [Verse 8: Since99] Said he got a chain at Golden Sun? It's Supreme Patty The engineer focused as a b*tch, he off an Addy Interrogating 99? Damn, you DJ Vladding Flying to your b*tch up on a carpet, I came Aladdin Mixing all designer denim, tripping in different satin Boutta go and run this pack up like Darren McFadden Bro just like electricians, you know he want the static If you pass it to me in the corner, I'm automatic [Verse 9: BabyTron] Human Races stomping on the pedal of the UFO Preaching on the 'Gram on yo story? b*tch, you a ho Show-off, I might pull up muscle flexing, b*tch, I do the most We'll send some bullets through his dome like the Super Bowl We gon' send them cars to his addy till that b*tch flag b*tch asking where the fu*k I'm at, sh*t, a zipped bag Chrome Heart on but I treat b*tches like I'm Tin Man I just hope the strippers in this b*tch went to swim class (sh*t, that's a Danny G beat) Just punched some Track.2s, yeah, these some free sneaks And I think I need a thermoscope so I can heat seek You been missing all yo shots, I think you need some VC