BabyTron – I Can’t Call It Lyrics

I Can’t Call It Lyrics – BabyTron (feat. $camaurion)

72, ayy, 72
Start that, yeah
Fresh out the gate with it
Fuck

Bitch, it’s big 72, I’m feeling rude as hell
Bitch, I got all rude on shoes on, YSL
Boy, you couldn’t even fuck with me back in the [?]
(Gang up from when the nigga sick he couldn’t bail)
(Nigga sipping yellow lean, sick you came snail)
Shit, I’m in Portland, Dame Lillard, left a flame trail
It’s a couple niggas I don’t fuck with but they all dead
Bitch, I’m at the set, I’m in the mall shopping for [?] shit
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don’t recall shit
I ask yo bitch do she know some French, I’m in Burberry [?]
I told Tron we can’t trust, we might just send a blitz

They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
(They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it)
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don’t recall shit
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
(They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it)
Feds say I was sliding in the stores, I don’t recall shit

I don’t recall it
Bitch said we fucked once, I don’t recall it
Said he balled on the team, I don’t recall it
Big boss, lil’ dawg think he out here saucing
I’m the one that taught him
Put him in a coffin, put the nails on it
I can’t even trust him, back in school he tattletaled on me
I just scored on some hidden juice, I’m a Act’ zombie
Got that one compartment if they flick me, I’ma stash Glocky
I got pull from Ann Arbor down to Benton Harbor
This a Futurama ’23, we out here bending Chargers
Fiends arriving at the kennel but they had a fent departure
Deep end baby, diving in, I ain’t test the water

They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “Tron, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
Bitch, it’s the Militia, every pocket full of dog shit
You asked how many lines I sipped, I’ma plead the fifth
Don’t even try to ride this wave, bet yo sink gon’ ship
This pint of Act’ I got was hard to find, on some Nemo shit
I’m lagging off the Yerkys, couldn’t roll, got a pre-roll lit
I’m balling in my jersey on the site, ’bout to free throw it
Caught an opp, feeling good in the hood, I’m finna Debo him
You catch yo bitch up in my crib, you know she deepthroating
You catch us with some sticks, they glitch, we be cheat coding

They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
Bitch, it’s the Militia, every pocket full of dog shit
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
They like, “$cam, what you been on? “, I can’t call it
Bitch, it’s the Militia, every pocket full of dog shit