Babytron – Houdini Lyrics

Shittyboyz

[ Verse ]
I don’t want the head if it don’t come with spit puddles
Take his old ass inside or Imma lift on em
If I’m in Walmart then I’m chip busting
Smoking boogie out the wood it came with cousins
The chop loud imma switch muzzles
Rocking out with 2 drums imma hit something
Gave his ass 32 imma rip something
Get online with a punch then I ship something
If I ship something gotta camp around the corner
Oh your granny sleep imma scam her in the morning
Raygun on me imma blast on him into orbit
Only hit 10s imma crack her if she foreign
Dick put her on a walker, summer
Dawg full of a shit he a walking plumber
Used to be down imma ball this summer
Throw me a visa imma all-time puncher
Brought the handkerchief at Jay Alex got me talking proper
Catch me OT with some Bosses prolly talking dollars
Doin fraud in this trench coat and I’m talking opera
Can this bitch put her head down man she talk for hours
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Can’t believe you cuffed girl she was easy as can be
I’m the punch god, yes fraud is as easy as it seems
Throw a hook at you boy imma leave it to Kareem (Abdul)
In the mall gettin drip had to take a picture
Leave that bitch while you can she won’t take you with her
Get the face and kick her out and you came to get her
Ain’t jay wheezy with the fraud but I play with wizards
At the self scam working magic
All the miris got stains on my purple pants
I was in a dark room then the curtains vanished
How you get money boy have you heard of scamming?
S-C-A-M f*cking dummy head
They put locks on the door but we coming in
If that one bag open then I’m jumping in

If she play hard to get slam dunk her friend
What you think bitch the thrust forever on
What you think bitch my trust forever gone
If the piece hit punch another phone
Do 3 tricks up another roll
Pieces hitting up Detroit feeling like Polamalu
Oh you think I’m soft boy? I’ve been tryna pop you
To the opps when see you imma Molotov you
Send my bitch to a clerk she a Ronda Rousey
If I catch you out shoot a movie like my baby art
Bro chop go boo-da-dook that’s a baby shark
Shittyboyz… that’s her favorite part
I was down now I’m up boy I hang with stars
I’ll put him underneath like a subtitle
Imma f*cking heavyweight where my jugg title
I just wanna say thing man I love Myers
Scat pack a got wasp spot it’ll buzz by him
Stop drinking green, Luigi
Can’t pronounce what I’m eating, Lugini
Hit em with a trick, Houdini
Hit her with the —-, she screaming
This bitch a demon with the head, she a hell raiser
Lil bro a [?]
Seen dawg out bet he felt danger
Somewhere happy OT I ain’t felt anger
I remember when my heart felt shattered
Put it back together when I learned the cell scamming
Caution tape on me oops that’s the belt pattern
If you take dubs you gon take some L’s after
Nah I’m playin, I think I’m undefeated with the scams
I’m in south beach foolin with some Visas in my hand
See a opp he see Jesus unless it jam
If its online of course imma punch it then
In the Nike Tech with the dogshit showing
Facecard too cold man this bitch frozen
Johnny Cage with the chop it got kick on it
If its something bout the past you can piss on it

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