On The Loose

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (We gon' box 'em in the moment that they—, bitch) [Verse 1: BabyTron] We gon' box 'em in the moment that they drop the pin They stopped ahki on the road and tried to roll block his wins Same motherfuckers preachin' to me, I done watched 'em sin And the same bitch say she loyal, I done watched her choose Same burger actin' like he winnin', I done watch him lose Told brodie watch my back, and I'ma watch his too Opposition think it's shits and giggles 'til they rockin' suits Cream soda on Majin Buu Yeah, I ain't got no dreads, so I can't tеll you how life lookin' through my rasta's view Knocked thе noodles out his top and give him pasta shoes Bitch, I'm a boss, you can't tell me what I'm not gon' do Bitch, I'm a boss, move when I'm walkin' through She put that head on me at noon, I ain't get off 'til 2 He a one-season star player, ain't get off 'til June I drift off in Zoom and I just spilled all my juice Start a war with the Militia, gon' kill all his troops Dee'll send them dogs on the loose, ha-ha-ha I just went raw in his boo, ha-ha-ha Roll up twenty logs, they get blew, ha-ha-ha Watch me put the ball in the hoop, we stacked it tall, through the roof (Ha) [Verse 2: TrDee] Zaza in the raw paper got me in here lyrical (Whew) Bitch took my soul, got me in the room spiritual (Shit, fuck) It's crazy when you losin', it ain't nobody to cheer for you (Why?) Got caught dog walkin', he ain't even got no vehicle (Grrt, ha) He never had money, when he got it, it ain't last long Man, that bitch is average, that ain't even shit to brag on You might just get hit in your shit, bro, put your pads on Finna get a laser for my Glock like we at Zap Zone (Ha-ha-ha, ah) I don't roll with 60's but my pockets full of blues like Smurfs You never know, might hit you with a deal, bro, come get a verse Shit be off the top, I swear to God, bro, this is not rehearsed (Nah) This forever up, I swear to God we gotta do 'em worse Don't pull up with no weed if you ain't pullin' up with diesel (Don't do that) AR-15, fuck around and Austin Reaves you (Brrt) Niggas burn bridges, turn around and might need you (Dummy) I'm a rich loner, I don't really like people [Verse 3: StanWill] Okay, okay Blood, sweat and tears in this shit, no pain, no gain Spanish plug say he want a— no way, José How I see it, they don't make no sense, it don't make no pape' Say she wanna wear my buffies, I'm like, "Uh-uh" Nah, I'm in my duffy, she gon' fuck me 'til the sun up Better not try to rush me, if you touch me, we gon' nut up Your bitch with me rippin' off her undies with her butt up Huh, aw man, I'm in my duffy stuffed They know I was always down with ganger, now our money up Bitch, we got it out the dirt, so we sip muddy cups Bitch, you know he on that, you a dummy, don't think Cuddy cut What the fuck? Woke up seven figures richer Type of thrust, I could probably fuck a bitch with her sister Really cut, don't get snipped with the scissors Really up, you ain't got pape', then you can't fit in this picture, get him cropped out Put his shit all on the glass and he got boxed out They done left me in the cold, but look who hot now Bitch, Dog Shit Militia