Mr. Hanky Lyrics – BabyTron
You’re not making this easy, Kyle
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna *** doin’ all that side-eyein’
You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon’ die tryin’
Off an oxy hittin’ stains, *** I feel like Billy Mays
Million dollar game, yeah I’m the king, I’m in my gilly phase
I’m the *** like Mr. Hanky
Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky
Hangin’ out the window if it’s issues, I ain’t goin on a rant
Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant
Scratchin’ opps off the list, that *** like stompin’ ants
***, I knew the brick was fake, *** ain’t even got a stamp
Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he ***, ain’t gotta camp
Number one contender, put me in the ring, go drop the champ
Lil’ brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten
One *** getting boring, tell that *** to bring a friend
Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA’s
*** a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RTK
This life *** up and down, kinda like a see-saw
Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-haw
Throw your album in the dumpster, that *** sounded weak sauce
Every cart of the day, I can’t take no weeks off
Every day of the calendar
I’m pickin’ up what you put down like I got scavenger
I ain’t got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher
Why they count me out? I shot the work, supreme chancellor
Hundred in the clip, twenty-five each, ’cause he ridin’ around with three passengers
***, R.I.P. them
Put a band on his head like he Big Ben
Could’ve put a hundred on him, shooter owe me though
Him Duncan, face card hot, San Antonio
Jerome Bettis, what you gon’ get that Rollie for?
Doggy barely steppin’, what the *** you got, some polio?
Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVO
Loubie’s they don’t [?], cut it with the ***
I ain’t even have to aim with this full clip
Drop a fifty in this *** like the new LUCKI
Cut the traction, this *** spinnin’ like a dune buggy
*** as hell, my juice muddy
2017, the *** page was catching imbeciles
All the hate you doin’, try to meet me at the pinnacle
The baddest kid in school, now I got more pape’ than my principle
(ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, you know what the *** goin’ on)
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna *** doin’ all that side-eyein’
