Karate Buddy (feat. BabyTron)

Energy made this one (alright)

What up, Tron?

KrispyLife

You fuck with rats? You might as well be Stuart Little

Tron 'bout to do some bullshit and I'ma do it with him

You taxing and I'm cheap, just meet me in the middle

Picking up a hunnid racks, just me and Tizzle

Dripping in my Mike Amiris, you might see my jeans drizzling

Cuz up the drum, fuck around and leave yo team crippled

Star player, get the shot off less than three dribbles

Surf and turf, need the biggest portion, I don't eat little

Between me and bro, this like a thousand some carats

If Britney don't let me fuck then I'ma hump Sharon

Shoot a nigga wedding day up like, boy, fuck marriage

I'm all for the beef around this bitch like fuck lettuce

Try and square up? I'ma up weapon

5,000 for the feature, triple for a punch lesson

Widebody with the V12, I can't come second

201 credit sold out, I had to come debit

I got bricks in the fender too

Dawg cross me the wrong way? He in a blender too

My son only four and his room got a kitchen too

The booth in my basement big as hell, it got a kitchen too

Russian rifle spitting crazy like it got a missing tooth

Same scam ten times, this old man a nincompoop

Whip fast as hell, watch this bitch go "poof!"

He gon' need God when I stomp him in these Christian Loubs

The next nigga gon' need the pope

Bitch, don't just wipe my dick off, you better use some soap

I think this nigga tryna steal from me, gotta move the loaf

I keep shooting the opps' cars up, they gon' need a boat

But that will not make me stop shooting

Gun big as hell, make the Titanic stop moving

I really love the dubs like I'm not losing

Make the freak bitch bless me like I achoo'd it

Every song, every hook, every beat, I chewed it

Widebody 2021, I am not moving (okay)

Chess player, not to mention that I'm in here Louis stepping

Lights, camera, action, hit his block and we'll movie set it

White boys, they ain't lighting woods, this a doobie section

ShittyBoyz, lab takeover, it's a dookie session

Jag run, running out the crib, throwing on my Crocs

Three-five of shh, it don't matter, blowing on my opps

Late night at yo crib, yo bitch blowing off my socks

50 sticks beamed up, leave him with some polka dots

Nocturnal, 4 a.m., on the opps' block

Turn a cream into a black cherry, this a Wock' pop

Thinking that he big? Turned his truck into a drop-top

Shot him coming out the door, he heard a knock-knock