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Rescue Mission Video (MV)




Performed By: BabyTron
Featuring: Certified Trapper
Language: English
Length: 1:44
Written by: James Johnson IV, Daishun Graham




BabyTron - Rescue Mission Lyrics
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[ Featuring Certified Trapper ]

Ayy
I be thuggin' in my- hey

I be thuggin' in my Jordans, if I'm in the Ricks, I'm bored
Like LeBron in the paint, if I shoot, I'ma score
Bucket hat, swim trunks, I might scooch through, Dior
If the opps downstairs, then I'm shootin' through the floor
Shit, we comin' through your chimney, turn your roof to a door
I can show you how to cook, come and do you a course
Phew, we turnin' twos into fours
Mesmerized how they stick, it's the blues I adore
Goin' hard in the paint, on my arm day to day
Smush a nigga, pancake, smack switchy on the Drac'
Hit him for that French toast, his head dented like a waffle
Militia steppin' in the club, eleven bezels, f*ck the bottles

Tryna stop the drank, but I can't
Jimmy whipped out Five-seveN, left his face on my Bapes
Tell 'em f*ck the prosecutor, I'll kill the DA
Pockets got lumps, why? They filled with the pape'

Don't get killed with the- ayy
Don't get killed with the K
Bust grill on my face
Ten mil' on my waist
Shit, I'm ill off an eight
Ain't no chill for today

Shit, I don't give a f*ck, I'll kill 'em on tape
Hit him with the thirty, make him do the Lil Saint
Ridin' 'round with the clippers, tryna give a nigga fade

Snatch him up and have his people on a rescue mission
Shootin' out the Expedition, turn it to an exhibition
VVSs, necklace glisten, can't believe you step in biscuits
Bro'll catch a jack like anywhere, he made a check off Cricket

Split his shit like a biscuit, I'll spend fifty on a pendant
I can only do this shit one time, so I gotta live it
Bitch, I only ride around, big yops and the Glock switches
Watch your mouth when you talkin' to me 'cause I pop bitches

Clean Chinese Percocet, dirty pop with it
I'll make that nigga do a funny dance when the Glock hit him
Beat done did the worm or somethin'
Boy, you better catch a body if you wanna earn you somethin'
Breakfast time, think I'm finna eat a yerc' or somethin'
All this f*ckin' ice, it's water, could surf or somethin'
In high school, I was just high, I ain't learn or nothin'
Who you think you foolin', nigga, with the moissanite? (What the hell?)
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Ayy
I be thuggin' in my- hey

I be thuggin' in my Jordans, if I'm in the Ricks, I'm bored
Like LeBron in the paint, if I shoot, I'ma score
Bucket hat, swim trunks, I might scooch through, Dior
If the opps downstairs, then I'm shootin' through the floor
Shit, we comin' through your chimney, turn your roof to a door
I can show you how to cook, come and do you a course
Phew, we turnin' twos into fours
Mesmerized how they stick, it's the blues I adore
Goin' hard in the paint, on my arm day to day
Smush a nigga, pancake, smack switchy on the Drac'
Hit him for that French toast, his head dented like a waffle
Militia steppin' in the club, eleven bezels, f*ck the bottles

Tryna stop the drank, but I can't
Jimmy whipped out Five-seveN, left his face on my Bapes
Tell 'em f*ck the prosecutor, I'll kill the DA
Pockets got lumps, why? They filled with the pape'

Don't get killed with the- ayy
Don't get killed with the K
Bust grill on my face
Ten mil' on my waist
Shit, I'm ill off an eight
Ain't no chill for today

Shit, I don't give a f*ck, I'll kill 'em on tape
Hit him with the thirty, make him do the Lil Saint
Ridin' 'round with the clippers, tryna give a nigga fade

Snatch him up and have his people on a rescue mission
Shootin' out the Expedition, turn it to an exhibition
VVSs, necklace glisten, can't believe you step in biscuits
Bro'll catch a jack like anywhere, he made a check off Cricket

Split his shit like a biscuit, I'll spend fifty on a pendant
I can only do this shit one time, so I gotta live it
Bitch, I only ride around, big yops and the Glock switches
Watch your mouth when you talkin' to me 'cause I pop bitches

Clean Chinese Percocet, dirty pop with it
I'll make that nigga do a funny dance when the Glock hit him
Beat done did the worm or somethin'
Boy, you better catch a body if you wanna earn you somethin'
Breakfast time, think I'm finna eat a yerc' or somethin'
All this f*ckin' ice, it's water, could surf or somethin'
In high school, I was just high, I ain't learn or nothin'
Who you think you foolin', nigga, with the moissanite? (What the hell?)
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Writer: James Johnson IV, Daishun Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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