Underdog

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Ayy [Verse 1: BabyTron] Underdog, watch me steal the show, walk in, I'ma steal your ho Robber on the lootin' side of things, he tryna steal your gold Better get to shootin' with that bitch or he gon' steal your pole I'm talkin' take it off your waist and then steal your soul You can't fake the fake forever, shit, the real gon' show Wish that I could sip the slow-mo fast 'cause I heal by pour I'ma end up cuttin' hands off, they try to steal my load Don't get turned into an amputee Said he in Militia like, come on, what type of stamp you see? What type of pants you rockin'? Heard you got a pendant on the way, what typе of bands you droppin'? Be broke or be rich, I had two options Can't you see which onе I chose? Can't you see which one I picked? Would've thought I hit the road, off the shroomies, this a trip Talkin' 'bout some Neiman Marcus, he in Zumiez for his 'fit Bitch talkin' 'bout she broke, you got a coochie, just go trick 'Cause I can't help you, I'm selfish It's pussy in the room, shit, I smell it Cock the Draco, fah-fah-fah, now it's a hot potato Caught him rockin' Palm Angels, how ironic Caught him rockin' Palm Angels, how ironic that he got a halo Spent your last to get to Mexico, now you ain't got a peso It's a wrap if they want beef, you know I got the queso When the ball dropped, I sipped Wock', not añejo TRXs vroom-vroom-vroomin', these are not Durangos Damn near melted, this shit got so hot, I had to stop and lay low I'm in Somerset, I only came to shop for play clothes [Verse 2: Joe Blow] I'm in Audemars with an AP on, I want another one I used to didn't fuck with red bottoms, now in love with 'em Get under my umbrella in the Cullinan, it come with one This custom Louis coat exclusive maded, it's a one-of-one You niggas bums, ain't got more money than my youngest son Man, how you tryna hit my drank and you ain't come with none? This bitch a stripper, got her butt, tits, and tummy done Backin' up the back into the bank, I need a ton of ones No Jordan 1s, these is Dior sneakers I could've copped a Hellcat off of three, four features Bitch, hit me with the choosin' fee or there'll be no more speakin' I'm quick to line a rapper up and I don't need no reason, I'm just greasy Hit my city, then you better be tapped in I let my lil' cousin rob all of my rap friends Just grabbed a dub from the club and that was the backend You see me in the Ghost, you know I fuck with the Packman I'm from the Bay and we don't trick on a bitch Just paid thirty-two hundred for a brick of some Tris I got this eighty-thousand Audemars brick on my wrist My cousin showed me he was up a hundred bip in the whip It's the young Richie Rich, bitch, who richer than this? I'm finna cop a Richard Mille just to shit on the bitch And tell the ho I like it sloppy, better spit on this dick It's Joe Blow and I'm the G.O.A.T., 'cause I'm as real as it gets, nigga