The Office - BabyTron

The Office

BabyTron

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02:26

Song Introduction

**The Office** is a track by American rapper BabyTron, known for his sharp lyricism and unique style. In this song, BabyTron delivers witty verses over catchy beats, showcasing his ability to blend humor with insightful commentary on everyday life. "The Office" highlights his signature flow and clever wordplay, solidifying his place in the contemporary hip-hop scene. Fans appreciate BabyTron's innovative approach and the infectious energy he brings to his music, making this track a standout addition to his growing discography.

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Lyric

(This bitch hitting, Danny, you hear me?)

You won't catch me working in a office, I'm my own boss

Dog $hit Militia, we ain't worried what the low cost

All that humble shit dead now, I'm finna show off

Shooting what? Wintertime, wouldn't even throw a snowball

Black Russ', put it in rotation, now I'm activated

Stack something, why you always at the crib? You acting lazy

I think you really hate yourself, I don't think you actually hate me

G-O-A-T, my jersey where the banners hanging

I can talk shit, walk drip, bitch, I do it all

Yo team would've won a couple games if you would move the ball

He was talking crunchy, .223, I sent it through his jaw

Overtime up in the lab lately, ain't been doing fraud

If we catch yo plug, he gon' need his system rebooted

Running out of bullets, flip the clip, switch, and keep shooting

All that fake tough shit y'all do? I can see through it

Tryna clear my mind, just reclining on a beach, cooling

Y'all can't fuck with me, just a quick reminder

Ain't nobody with me throwing jabs, nah, these some pistol fighters

Dawg asking back to back questions, where's his hidden wire?

Stop talking 'bout we kin, you wasn't with me in the fires

Crack a joke? I'll put you in a suit like you Steve Carell

Hit his bitch on cam and sent the vid, he can keep that L

Fraud God, thank God that I ain't never seen a cell

Why yo mans sitting in jail? Y'all must not believe in bail

Been the chosen one since day one, that's just my destiny

Of course dubs matter but the L's is where the lessons be

Come and get yo bitch, she right on D like the letter "E"

If they see what's in the trunk, I'ma catch a felony

Then I for sure can't get no damn job

201s, 101s, I'm jamming till my hands throb

Got it out the mud, now we winning by a landslide

Yo boyfriend a burger, bitch, you looking like the damn fry

Huh, oh, y'all a Happy Meal, ain't y'all?

When we slide down and, it ain't paintball

Three-five of Runtz knock me out like it's Jake Paul

Winning ain't the same without the haters, gotta thank y'all

ShittyBoyz up now, can y'all stop snoring?

If I'm on FanDuel, bet on me 'cause I won't stop scoring

My Asian pull up with a harpoon but it is not Norbit

It's fucked up yo son gon' be a snake like you Bob Orton

Visa kit, hit the reader with a RKO

They always talking 'bout when they be loyal, not the part they don't

If you hit this Turtle Pie once, you gon' start to choke

Headliner, still'll turn it up if I start the show

Bitch, I'm only twenty, young as hell, shitting on yo pops

I ain't worried, in a minute we'll be sitting at the top

When you hop up in yo bag, make sure you zip it till it lock

You can hear the time ticking, nah, I'm tripping, that's his watch

Ayy, ShittyBoyz

- It's already the end -