Jugg Messiah

(Ayy, JK) man, I'm back again
Doing that light shit as usual
You can't fuck with me, man
ShittyBoyz lieutenant, it's BabyTron
Man, you know how that shit go
Huh, ShittyBoyz

Steak hibachi on my right
Sticking to the play
Foreign Dracs, you can get lifted wit the K
Drip drop, man, I feel gifted in the bay
I'm probably OT
Somewhere tripping in the bank
I don't play by the rules like I'm Zaza
Got them babies on me
Ain't no fucking goo-goo ga-ga
Bitch, I want a Masi
Give a fuck about a Mazda
Pieces at the mall
I done fucked up the plaza
What you know 'bout them dumps with the pin?
You fucking with a rat
She got bumps on her chin
At Jay Ale's, eating lunch with my kin
You couldn't punch a piece
You tryna punch with that BIN
I used to ask niggas if they could plug me in
I'm balling now
Used to ask coach to sub me in
Big B's stomping on the mat, I'm coming in
That number hit for zero, nigga
That's a Drummond BIN
Walk around with more BINs
Than yo favorite vendor punch God, bitch
You would've thought I had a temper
Whole team powered up
Something like Avengers
ShittyBoyz in yo bio? You are not a member
Four for four with this piece
I just punched some Fendi
Four for four when you eat?
I'd rather grab Beni's
Told my bitch that's her ass
If she act friendly yo pieces not hitting
Your order still pending
Scam Man, I'll get yo granny bamboozled
Phone Man, bitch
I'm just waiting on approval
Let me get the buffs and ice
'em up like a Toaster Strudel
This chopstick'll turn your mans to a noodle
On the block with this 40 like I'm Laimbeer
I ain't saying that I'm rich
But I'm damn near
You won't catch with a gram, only scams here
You fucking with a boss, baby
Ain't no ham here
Lay up with you? I'm not Jelly Fam
Stepping in the Air Forces
Do the Nelly dance
Bet yo bitch will blow my socks
Off if she got the chance
Louis belt and this motherfucker
Came from France
Good piece hit for higher than yo Snap score
You was just acting tough
What you moving back for?
Bitch got a nigga so I
Slide through the backdoor big gun, bitch
We strapped like the task force
This choppa'll make his body
Twitch, what up, isojeff?
Big B's cost seven
That's how I like to step
One on one, God, bitch
I swear that I swipe the best
Dee got the hands, man
I swear he got the Tyson left
Upping rolls on yo nigga
You can ask the 'Gram
Jugging on the 'Gram, baby
Go and ask the hams
On the road so much I'm bound
To hit a traffic jam
Told my mama I like fast money
So I have to scam oh, you shoot now? Take yo
Hooping-ass back in that gym
Got the blues now? Take yo
Boosting-ass back in that crib
Guess she choose now, seen the roll
Now I'm back in her ribs
Cameras on the Beam' when Stan
Back up in the whip demons on my ass
I'm tryna find a way to lose 'em
Fucking dummy head
We got the straps so we can use 'em
Got a stack to punch
Let's hit the store and go abuse 'em
Hoes used to ho me
Now I get to pick and choose 'em
I'm sick the opps facing
Blacks tryna get off
On my rap snow cap, I been took the lid off
Bitch said some shit so I slid off
Touch a hair on me and my
Dawg'll knock yo shit off
BabyTron, I got more punches than a dojo
Win on my own, with no squad like a solo
Tryna take me out the game? Nigga
That's a no no
'Cause my shooter ain't missing
Like he train with
Got a lil' bitch scorching off the face card
Fuck yo dead mans
Keep that nigga in the graveyard
We was in them hoes' guts
Crazy how they hate ours
Shout-out to, I ran it up off of eight cards
I would put you on but
You don't know the code
Fuck the finish line
It's twelve hundred on my toes
Thought the judges sent me home
When I hit the road
'Cause I punched three X's
In the Apple store