Headless Horseman - Babytron.mp3

[00:00.345][Intro]
[00:00.889](If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough)
[00:04.072](Helluva made this beat, baby)
[00:09.379][Verse:]
[00:09.914]Shit, I'm tryna land, I gotta find a helicopter pad
[00:12.037]All these baby bottles, probably thinkin', "Where the toddlers at?"
[00:14.691]Why the **** this ***** think she a dime with her copper ass?
[00:17.088]DSM lieutenants send a blitz, they hit back, "Roger that"
[00:19.477]Diamonds dancin', ain't no light trick, mirage, or illusion
[00:21.870]A kid without a whip or a crib, like, shit, what's more confusing?
[00:24.264][?] and some cocaina, titi snore right through it
[00:26.917]Let me know if it's really some beef, gon' put my fork right through it
[00:29.312]Treatin' the drank like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma four-by-two it
[00:31.977]Wrestlin' wit' my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan
[00:34.367]Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his muffin
[00:36.775]It's sixteen of y'all wit' one pint, y'all can't all sip somеthin'
[00:39.177]Think we even, dawg thе Headless Horseman, he done lost his pumpkin
[00:41.572]Telegrammin' with the scam, we wake up, watch the sauce get flooded
[00:43.971]Money conversatin', shut the **** up, 'less you talkin' hunnids
[00:46.363]He ain't hit a shot or score forever, must've lost the bucket
[00:49.025][Verse 2]
[00:49.564]Brodie got new F&N, he clutchin' like the game endin' (Three, two—)
[01:02.059]Yo' mans ballin' up his fist up in Heaven since you put him on that fake pendant
[01:06.590]Heard yo' tape and you ain't say shit like a blank message
[01:08.729]First place vibes, gold medal, I can't take second
[01:11.116]Haha, yeah
[01:12.984]Just got a new crib built, the only time I ever been window shoppin'
[01:15.888]Cuddy get up close wit' stick and then he whisper, "Flip yo' pockets"
[01:18.292]Wear a helmet, stop, drop, and roll, or we gon' hit yo' noggin
[01:20.674]How the **** you middlemannin' wrong? Ain't even get no profit
[01:23.334]Chillin' like a villain, lips zipped, ain't really big on gossip
[01:25.720]Four tweak tools in it, boy, my geek kit on toxic
[01:28.112]Pull up hooded up wit' white sticks on, look like the Grand Wizard
[01:30.505]Wood Russian Drac', he shot that ***** and gave my hands splinters (Brrr)
[01:33.435]Choppa' wit' the zoom, I'm on the Seven hittin' opps on Grand River
[01:37.950]Think he ****in' wit' the gang, the ***** boy delusional
[01:40.600]Wake up, get fly, get high, the usual
[01:42.988]Moo Shu in the booth, *****, I'm a fire spitter
[01:45.642]Still catchin' the bus to go to work, boy, I'm a tire spinner
[01:48.042]Fiend text me "Virgil," 'cause she snort coke
[01:50.440]Leave yo' ***** 'round me, gon' leave her wit' a sore throat
[01:52.559]Try to battle wit' the G.O.A.T., but look boy, yo' sword broke
[01:54.955]Stop talkin' to me, *****, yo' crib cost my wardrobe