BabyTron - Waffle House Lyrics

If we catch him outta town gon' rearrange his rental
Speedracin' in these Christian Loubie's finna paint the petal (phew)
Pray to God but when it's time to send a hit I gotta pay the devil

Shoot her baby daddy in the mouth, we arrange his dental
I don't got time to sit down, I sit countin the rentals
Bitch, just give me the bank card, let's make this simple
SK on stage, just to play the pistol
And my young niggas kill you if we got a issue
Woulda did it back then, but I'm thinkin' bigger
Kick the bitch out the car, she just lit a swisher (ho)
I'm a hall of fame juuger, you a Derek Fisher
Used to be the man back then, damn, what happened?

Ah, I gotta watch out for these niggas tryna backstab me
And got the headshot last night, she said, "Cashapp me"
And my bitch got a loose dub in her Gucci fanny
And she popped two, off the twenties, she don't f*ck with Xannies (Man)
I just spent seventeen-hundred on a f*ckin' hoodie
I'll pull a hundred out, yappin' all twenties
He cap packing with the bag, he sellin' all Cookie
If the dope route slow up, I'm sellin' all Whoopi
And I'm on the block sellin' 'caine, totin' fullies
Sippin' champagne, rockin' Rolexes, playin' with your bitch pussy
Feelin' on me all in the club, gave me a woody
Slidin' down your block in the seventy-deuce cuddy
Rim blowin' kisses, yeah your bitch said she love me
You wonder why they call me Unky?
'Cause I'm sellin' all this smack to your favorite Auntie
Uh, get it in in by any means, I love them bluef face hunnids
My fiend call, say "Halloween,: when she want some Pumpkins (Hello?)

Right, one hundred
I'm finna fly to the sunshine, stay, then spin loosely
I been somewhere servin' California roll, good sushi
Bae, there go the pigs, can you put this in your coochie?
I can tell this cop ain't lettin' us go home, he look douchie
When the 'bows touch down, we cause hell, Lil' Boosie
Brodie gettin' it off ice, like Kristi Yamaguchi
The work Off-White the same color as Renni Rucci
Drop it in a pot and hit it two times like Toosie

Heard they chillin' in the house, tell them boys slide
Bitch pussy like a hellcat, I'm tryna joyride
Caught dawg chillin' with his mans and they both died
Came back, ballin' Micheal Jordan and a four-five
Sick, I'm really runnin' through these hoes, not the O-line
Lock and left his ass up like a dumbell
Last nigga tried the same thing, it ain't go well
I just touched down in LA, I feel like Odell

I just caught a opp ass lacking, nigga, oh well
I need some purple Actavis, f*ck some Odell
Unky ass at that gas station makin' blue sell
Five-thousand dollar Gucci jacket with the coat tail
Got ten bitches lined in one room, it's a hotel
I be puttin' ass to belt, come grab a whoopin'
I'm finna park a nigga out, bitch, I'm Ashton Kutcher
Punch his ass out, I heard that nigga say pass the swisher
Bitch I'm up a half a ticket, you can ask my sister
I think we up ten, it's a blow out
Drink a six raw, hit the stacks it's time to show out
Me, BabyTron, Drego, Beno bring the hoes out
Palm Angel Moncler collab when it's snow out

Damn, it's too much pop in this cup, pour some more out
I be chillin', I don't really like to go out
Nigga ask did I have some weed, I whipped the 'bow out
A bitch tried to plug me with her friend, I knocked em' both down
Ridin' round flint in this striker, this bitch a ghost town
I used to have no money, I'm wearin' thousand dollar coats now
TRX truck in both lanes, you can't go around
If you ain't know I was the hardest youngest nigga out
I bet you know it now
Cup so dirty, spilled it in my bed and caught a ringworm
Shops slappin we done saw more dopeheads thand Weed Firm
Bitch suckin' dick for so long, I made her knees burn
I'll never do no motherf*ckin' label make a fiend work

Huh? Dog shit to my ear, I can't hear shit
All these horses in the whip, I can't steer this
Ice chunk, buffalos with the clear tints
If they don't see us gettin' pape then them bitches blind
Whole lotta lab shit, watch the pendant shine
Swimmin' in that deep end, keep a fishin' rod
AMG 550 with yo' bitch inside

Got a case of the (Huh)
And some 'bows, lookin' like I'm servin'
I just cut into this bitch so deep, I'm lookin' like a surgeon
Dickies Supreme collab, lookin' like I'm workin'
Outerspace off (tfft), I ain't really feelin' like an earthling
(Neeown)
Swing the McLaren, catch me hoppin' out
If it ain't about a dollar it ain't shit to squabble bout'
Three-seven of Guava Gelato, I got some cotton mouth
Everytime I located the bag, I went and got in route
It's the mud I got it out, sippin' oz by the case like, shit, it's not a drought
Cuddy he gon' knock him out, so tell yo' mans to watch his mouth
Blowed as hell, I'm the type to order pancakes when I'm walkin' into Waffle House

Skrrt, bitch ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, you know what the f*ck goin' on