MMA

Lyrics

[Intro: AllStar JR] (Enrgy made this one) (Ooh, Sav killed it) Let's get a what? [Verse 1: AllStar JR] Send a blitz, he seein' Ghost in the backfield Shoot at his feet, he a ho, make him tap dance You a dick sucker, let you tell it though, you tapped in I'll big truck in, pedal lightly when I back in Grab the thirty just to come out with the kids Boy, my pop dirty as a bum under a bridge You ain't never even touched the type of money on your head Payin' over sticker price, my nigga only wanted ten I'm getting 'bows on a flat bed Came a long way from floors with the crackheads (Long way) Might not makе a million rapping, but the trap will So I don't give a motherfuck about no backеnd, bag life Pay attention, show you how to cook a slab right Way this bitch hittin', show you how to wear a flashlight All my son tuition, counted forty thou' last night (Bitch) Don't go on mission, that's the niggas that's gon' crash out [Verse 2: BabyTron] Brodie got a jack in there, we ain't talkin' off the jail phone Catch an opp, snatch him up, and tie him to the railroad Or pour some gas on him, spark a 'Wood, and throw it at him Dub for a face shot, ten for an open casket I'm talkin' hoppin' out the tree, I really know assassins GOAT status, you can go and ask 'em Locked in on my own island, Alcatraz Touched down in the A, I snuck it in a Falcons bag Walter White with it, unky cook it up like Malcom dad Fairy-tale life, I'm just blowin' fire, draggin' bags Get him out of here, he say whatever with his random ass Blowin' Rasta with my ganjas, MIA in Little Haiti Bitch said I'm crazy, I spent eighty on a lil' eighthy Four pockets full up off the rap, I feel like Lil Baby Backpack Celine, I grab the Birkin for my lil' lady [Verse 3: AllStar JR] Jesus, believe me, I'm pleased to get even Way I been slidin', bro, it is me a Visa Me and Tron Mario, Luigi, we squeezing Rare Smoke, airin' niggas out, make him bleed then You wanna talk money? Lil' nigga, talk then (Say something) I don't walk in the bank, ho, I get walked in Get your mans out the way with his lost ass You can be anything, nigga, be a boss then [Verse 4: BabyTron] Poured three sixes like the Mafia I'm an orca in that water, y'all tilapias Truck bulletproof, you can try to pop me up What your rent cost, I paid it on a Wocky cup And your car note cost a T-shirt that's Helmut Lang When I'm in that room for a forty-eight, won't tell a thing Like, tell 'em I can't even spell my name My bitch in some Loub' heels, trippin' like she Ella Mai [Verse 5: AllStar JR] He tryna make Say Cheese, I'm tryna make pape' (He a clown) Dee don't know no letters in between A, K You in a Scat on Grand River in a fake chase I'm in Beverly on Mulholland tryna Wraith race [Verse 6: BabyTron] Scam star, all these punches, you would think it's MMA How the fuck your buffs real? You can bend the frames Three seconds left, time out, I'm finna end the game Face shot family, I hope they got a vest for brains [Verse 7: AllStar Jr] I'm in the Louis checker lane Rockets or a Texas game Pistons or the Lions, courtside with that fryer (Pole) Used to cop from the nigga, now I'm his supplier Sellin' everything Zelle, Cash App, it's whatever, gang [Verse 8: BabyTron] We both got two feet, but we don't step the same Mike Amiris on me or it's Yohji Yamamoto Horses in my hood, I ain't never rockin' Polo Got that cannon with the flash, I ain't finna crop a photo