Night On Collins Ave

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Bitch, yeah Swear to God (Xclusive made this) [Verse 1: BabyTron] I was bad as hell in school, you went to Bible study Spilled a pint of Wocky on the chop and left the rifle muddy If you ain't God, you ain't got the right to judge me Code talking, scamming, told lil' bro come get them Tysons from me That's a knockout, you at work finna clock out Sliding with the heavy metal, banging, tryna rock out Calling audibles, I got my wide-out on a hot route Finish school but feel like I should've dropped out I'm prolly saying that 'cause of what I got now Thinking that you 12, every time you 'round, the cops out It's a jack morning, shit, I'm finna bring the Crocs out Used to be the window when I did it, I can shop now [Verse 2: TrDee] Know some niggas in they feelings, hurt to see us elevated Seeing niggas winning motivate me, bitch, I never hated Know a couple niggas that don't like me but won't ever say it Beat the kitty up a couple times but I never ate it It's not MyTEAM but my whole team can get a bucket Slide down on a opp block and really cause a ruckus I can show you pics from high school, I was really thrusting Certain shit used to make me mad, now I just say fuck it Always in my bag, never in my feels Damn, this bitch cold, baby give me chills Why the fuck you still saving hoes? You must work for S.H.I.E.L.D Woke up tryna make some money, you tryna make a bill [Verse 3: StanWill] Collins Ave, twenty floors up with a ocean view ShittyBoyz hit the coldest hoes and whip the coldest coupes Niggas broke, boy, don't me go expose the truth Pull up aiming cannons at my opps like a photo shoot Yo baby shining now, had to tint the frames He done lucked up, them 7.62s done missed his brain Broke the blinker off the Scat, I ain't switching lanes Looking homeless 'cause the Mike Amiris got some rips and stains Remember looking up from the bottom, we on top now Out of town tripping, spent two hunnid on some pasta I'ma make yo baby give me top while my top drop Gucci letterman, it got me looking like a jock now [Verse 4: BabyTron] Shoes cost a touchdown, fit cost a Runtz pound Dog Shit Militia, you ain't that? You can't come 'round Up now, I'll be damned if I come down Hitman love them gun sounds, don't get gunned down What the fuck is tussling? I'm busting if you throw a jab Michael Myers in that Trackhawky, all I know is stab I'ma be awake, I drop a deuce, I pour a four? It's bad I'ma call you "Dennis Schröder", you done sold the bag [Verse 5: TrDee] I can see it from the front, come here, let me grab Please don't tell me nothing 'bout yo ex, you gon' make me mad Take her where she wanna go, I'm just like a cab Dog Shit Militia, walk around with a nigga stash Bitch, I'm in my Crocs, getting to it comfy Nowadays you can't fuck no hoes if you ain't got no money Got a couple commas in the bank and I'm looking bummy Already knew he was pussy, how they left him bloody [Verse 6: StanWill] Muddy-ass potion mixed up in a Tahitian Treat Eating off them fucking 201s like they EBTs 2021 fucker if you see me speed Scam scholar, I don't give a fuck 'bout no GED Ride around with Glockyana tucked and my AR She gon' pull up on me in the 'burbs 'cause I stay far Gang in her guts, now her nigga hate ours Balling hard, bitch, we all-stars, feel like JR [Outro: StanWill] Huh Yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song