BabyTron - MVP Season lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz [Verse] I let her hit the za two times, had her tapping out The beef ain’t dead until you dead, nah, we can’t scrap it out Bro got three zips and a dream, tryna trap it out Road runner, 'fore I hit the South, I gotta map it out Was never finna lollygag I’m on the fully active route Stab on yo b*tch, run out the crib and then I’m stabbing out You spent yo last on that jokes up, what is to laugh about? You can’t pick on me, I’m in the foreign with the gadget now Fourteen hundred dollar kicks, I got expensive habits now I used to rock whatever up to school, my fit be matching now I ain’t never sold a gram of crack, I took the scamming route This a big-ass .30 clip, you took the standard route Couple thou' a day off PUA so I be cashing out The same dude talking like the plug, I heard he lagging out HD quality up on the whip when I be backing out Better back-back, b*tch, I hit pedestrians I been horsing opp, sh*t, I should’ve did equestrian You ain’t sloppy with the head, b*tch, bring yo bestie then You a cool guy, up a ticket and impress me then Pop from Korea with the Wock', these exotic swigs As-salamu alaykum with habibi, we don’t rock with pigs Don't disrespect me, you won't never catch me [?] Zipped bag season, I told brodie go and hop in his Ha-ha, yeah, it's the zipped baggy season On 96, we big tripping, zigzagging Demons You might have a money phone but my sh*t actually beeping Somerset my second home, I spend big racks in Neiman's Just a warning, I'm a sh*t talking flashy motherfu*ker Intoxicated off a four, might crash this motherfu*ker Chain water, that's yo ass, you tried to snatch this motherfu*ker sh*ttyBoyz, we sh*tting on the opps, go ask them motherfu*kers Mark tripped on the beat, I spent six on my sneaks Ten deep in Goose coats, we flocking in this b*tch like geese Gave the lil' b*tch Perky work, I had to switch my tee If the bag right in South Dakota, take the sh*t on feet When I drop "Luka Trončić", they gon' hit repeat b*tch used to spin so if she calling, hit her with the beep Out of town dripping sauce and my lil' b*tch on fleek If it's smoke, we gon' blow his ass, boy, he Swisher sweet Knocked his top off, we done left the opp incomplete I just popped that one thang, now I got that itch in me Bro off Wock' in his Triple S, catch him triple Z's Crazy that a baldhead done turned him into Mr. Clean I just wanna thank my scam fam, boy, this BIN so heat Dre blew like eighty on his watch, got his wrist on freeze Doing doughnuts in a Hellcat, this ain't Krispy Kreme Bro lying to his PO, talking 'bout his system clean [Outro] Huh, yeah, b*tch (Yeah, b*tch) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz)