BabyTron - Emperor Of The Universe Lyrics (2024)

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(King of the whole galaxy)(It's only one, one of one)(When I'm gone, there's none to none)Double R the Wraith (skrrt-skrrt)peekin' out the blinds (yeah)Heard the opps hip on the back doorsh*t, boy, I'm creepin' out the side (on God)I'm a boss, you a worker (phew)Like, why in the f*ck is you speakin' outta line? (phew)Can't leave without it, boy, I need it on my side (phew)Feelin' kinda evil, it's a demon when I ride (phew)Spent twelve in the BAPE store (pfft)You that one guy the hoes used to rate lowYou that one guy that blew it, now his pape' lowLet a bitch ask for somethin', I'ma say, "No" (nope)Let him try and pass the 'Wood, I'ma say, "Nah" (nah)You ain't never seen the Drac' with the ACOGLamb' chops with the zip, f*ck the steak sauceSeen him out, he got to runnin' home like it's baseball (phew-phew)Bitch, if you ain't independent, stay yo' ass at homeAki slide down blowin' fully switches like they saxophones (brrt)Talk about he missin', wait until they find a bag of bonesHad to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low(brrt, damn)(sh*t, f*ck, look, yeah)(sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, you know what the f*ck goin' on)(Walk in, walk in)Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)Sweater by the Gallery, I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)Talk about some Johnny Dang, why yo' kit cheesy? (Why?)In store, I'm Johnny Cage with this punchin', sh*t easy (punch, punch, punch), huhSittin' sideways, I can get it five ways (pfft)Lil' brodie found out crime pays, he raised the crime rateWhy the f*ck he nickel dimein' actin' like he buy weight? (Why?)Why the f*ck the big body can't fit up in the driveway? (skrrt, driveway)(yeah)She eat me up like it's Benihana (brrt)Walkin' out, kicks say BalenciagaHellkitty, it do one-fifty, this is not a HondaI got the sauce, I got cheese, this is not lasagnaHope they don't see me in public, got balaclavaHope they don't bug me in public, got blicky (bah-bah)Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (bah-bah)Interstate, seen cops, got shifty (skrrt-skrrt)Sippin' on some Wock', lil' bitch, this not big Bs, yeah (phew, yeah)Had to go and take the mask off (grrah)Lil' cuddy, he don't rap, he just sittin' in the trap (yeah)he just tryna go and get the bag off (yeah, get it off)Tryna get where I'm at? First, you gotta go and stack (yeah)Then you gotta go and work your ass off (yeah)Do the dash in the Trackhawk, spin out, burn outthen I'm finna go and stab off (skrrt)Finna tax dawg, like, "F*ck a half off"(yeah)Sorry, Ms. Jackson (I'm sorry)nah, I ain't sorry, I'll scam your ass againI'm just rappin' while I'm thinking, I don't even have a penMade a hunnid ten times, used to couldn't stack a tenit's alright though (sheesh)Called a choppa RDB, boy, it'll dropkick you (f*ck)If you ain't SB DSM, then I am not with you (nope)Big pits, Saint Bernard, boy, this is not schnitzel (brr)Couldn't take a step in my shoes, boy, they do not fit you (phew, huh)Ride around, AMG (huh)Ride around, K on me (huh, phew)Ride around turnt, I just pour a Quagen up in a Faygo cream (hurt)You ain't ride around nowhere (nah)You ain't ridin' nowhere with the tank on E (at all)Blue check, walkin' out the bank on fleekQuarter ticket in a month, it'd take four weeks (brrt)(I'm just freestylin', bitch)Chillin', I got Wocky' up in my bodyChillin' with Aki, he ridin' with TommyI hop off the jet, then I hop in the Masi'All that killer talk, bitch, you never dropped a bodyI don't wrestle sh*t, I ain't Scotty 2 HottyTry and box us, you gon' get boxed up (brrt)Been on go since the jump, I ain't never stopped once, nah (brrt)Once you pull some dirt, you stick with it foreverBrodie on parole, don't give a f*ck, he clutchin' it on ten (ever)See an opp at church, don't give a f*ck, we stumpin' him whereverAskin' 'bout the rap game? Gon' run this sh*t foreverI feel invincible (like Superman)Oh, we do too, we turnt his ass invisible (to a ghost)They can't f*ck with me, I put it on the biblical (on The Bible)I could teach you sumn', f*ck it, I'm the principalThe Backwoods original, the weed, it's exotic (brrt)Sleepin' and I'm slobbin' off the lean, bitch, I'm noddin'2017, was stuffin' cheese in my Robin's (yeah)Thirty-three percent THC, breathin' toxins (Ha)Who you think you stoppin'? (Ha)Tie him up and hold him hostage (ah)Catch him walkin' out, I peek right through the scope and drop it (boom)The way you treat yo' family, would've thought yo' bro's adoptedGoin' shoppin', spent two thousand on a lil' pole to pop it, haha (pop)If the play good (phew), sh*t, the day good (phew)F*ck a pre-roll, I only face eighth 'Woods (phew)sh*t, I'm high as hell, still gon' roll another one (roll it up)Talkin' 'bout you got the hoes, you with the runner onesR.I.P. Virgil (phew)I just had Off-White on last night (man, what happened?)Jeans Purple (phew), thirty-five bands stuffed, got the pants tight (God damn)Steve Urkel (yeah), two strands, doubled up, got a half pipe (whew-whew)Heard he down bad, that's a sad lifeTell the bitch, "Act nice," she can get some act right, yeahDrop the top (it's nice as hell out)If you askin' 'bout the price, you gotta shop (you gotta buy sumn')Yeah, I got some Wocky', sh*t, who got a pop? (Who got it?)Tell my shooter, "Hit him in his top, he gotta drop" (he got it)sh*t, we got a opp (got it)I'm a gorilla (woo)The stick's vanilla (grrt)Slidin' round in foreigns, cost three hunnid just to fill 'emI pull up, hit the bitch, I get to ballin' like I'm Billins (splash, bitch)Talkin' all that false sh*t, I don't feel 'em (I don't feel 'em)Out in Cali', up in Compton where it ain't safe (yeah)Bosses wake up and get to it, only lames hate (squares)I could do this every day, this not the same pape' (nope)You better walk back to that Porsche, 'cause we don't play safe(phew) stop claimin' you real if you be backstabbin' (man)I was full time rappin', now I'm back actin' (for real)Why you cappin' 'bout the past? sh*t, yo' mans had itThis is not no COOGI, it's some Gucci, check the damn fabricKicks on my feet, bitch, they bleedin'Slidin', if I ain't drop sumn', I ain't see it (brrah)Where the Wocky'? Where the Quagy'? Bitch, I'm fiendin' (lean)Bitch, I'm fresher than the mannequin in Neiman'sBitch, I'm star player every game, every season (bitch, swish)Habibi molotovin' sh*t, don't need a reasonHutch chains got me freezin', I'm anemicIt's only one king of this bitch, you better beat it (you better beat it)You better scramBig sh*ttyBoyz, big Dog sh*t MilitiaKing of the muhf*ckin' galaxy (on the gang)

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