
#CERTIFIED (DJ Ess Remix) BabyTron
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[Intro]
(Shitty Boyz Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you trippin')
Fuck, shit, woo, nyah
(Roll up, kick back and chill out. You're tuned in with the hood's favorite DJ, DJ Ess, runnin' up racks for life)
Hmm, woo, hmm, woo
[Verse 1]
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get popped
Huh, yeah, haha
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get shot (Fuck! Brr)
They gotta switch blocks
Turned the Yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock
Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox
We'll turn 'em— man, what the fuck? Hell nah (What are those!?)
We'll turn them big-ass boots to some flip-flops
Two Glocks, thirty shots, wrapped him like a gift shop
Fuck your baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok
They gon' have to call the— (Woo)
We done left this bitch hot (Woo)
Worse-than-the-hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop
Whеn it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip— Uh
Runnin' in thе store for a pop, I'm tryna sip Wock'
[Interlude]
Nyah, nyah
Uh, fuck
Shit, huh, huh, huh (Hey)
(Shitty Boyz Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you trippin')
Fuck, shit, woo, nyah
(Roll up, kick back and chill out. You're tuned in with the hood's favorite DJ, DJ Ess, runnin' up racks for life)
Hmm, woo, hmm, woo
[Verse 1]
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get popped
Huh, yeah, haha
You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get shot (Fuck! Brr)
They gotta switch blocks
Turned the Yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock
Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox
We'll turn 'em— man, what the fuck? Hell nah (What are those!?)
We'll turn them big-ass boots to some flip-flops
Two Glocks, thirty shots, wrapped him like a gift shop
Fuck your baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok
They gon' have to call the— (Woo)
We done left this bitch hot (Woo)
Worse-than-the-hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop
Whеn it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop
Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip— Uh
Runnin' in thе store for a pop, I'm tryna sip Wock'
[Interlude]
Nyah, nyah
Uh, fuck
Shit, huh, huh, huh (Hey)
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