BabyTron – Zap Zone Lyrics

Zap Zone Lyrics – BabyTron (feat. Certified Trapper)

Cuddy in the wilderness, he set up shop in North Dakota
Forty scored on purple with the seal like point me towards the soda
TRX fully loaded, this bitch all-terrain (Skrrt)
You on rookie level, boy, we ball on hall of fame
Didn’t Juice WRLD tell you these hoes all the same?
Fuck around and snatch yours ‘fore I pawn a chain
Doing all that staring, fuck around and catch a ass whooping
Lil’ bitch got that widebody, I’ma call her “Catwoman”
Honking like a meanie in that ‘Ghini, catch me Lamb’ pushing
Before the raps, I went and built a lil’ stash jugging
Punching numbers in, I told ’em that my card tweaking
Lost lil’ brodie out of nowhere, feel my heart shrinking
If you ain’t got a plan or no goals, you better start thinking
QP of that— (Yeah) you would think my arms reeking
Stuck off the Wocky, I’m just chilling in the dark dreaming
Catch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neiman’s
Catch him tripping out in traffic, leave him in a parked Demon
Certified scammer, I’m with Certified Trapper
Pop was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my Sprite blacker
Life like a book, I just turned through five chapters
Me and Dee on Rodeo like, “Who ‘vert gon’ fly faster?” (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Finna have two freaky hoes eat each other like some beta fish
Pocket full of Benjamins, my granny think I’m banging Crip
Nah, this ain’t a fifth (Nope)
Wockhardt, sealed pint, catch me taking sips (Ah)
Slid down, face covered like case dismissed (Brrt)
Gang in love with his switch, he got a grave to dig (Brrt)
Turn them hams to bacon bits if they hang with pigs (Boom)
Playmaker turned coach, feel like Jason Kidd
Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah)
Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah, brrt, brrt)

Lenses hitting off the light
Bitch, I really live that life
If I catch a fuck nigga, I’ma hit him right on sight
Got the switch in the club, nigga, I don’t fucking fight
Two Glocks on me, nigga, I’ll get yo ass right
I got G’s on me, bitch, that’s why I stand different
Bitch, all five hunnid pops, yeah, we bam different
I’ll up the fire on his ass and get to blicking
Bitch riding ’round, fat armrests with them bands in it
.223 missiles
Get up on that tip, I’ll blow it like a whistle
Bitch up on my dick, I’m in Cali’ smoking truffles
Bam super hard, all the hoes gon’ wanna fuck you
Saw they was reeking
Counting up racks, backed up on the weekend
Get your pussy-ass popped up, diss sneaking
Bitch grabbed my dick, grabbed [?][2:20]
[?] in the kitchen, bitch, I need a hand (Yeah)
BabyTron, where you at? I need another double
Most these niggas getting through zaps and they can’t buckle
I just fucked a bitch, bend back, I don’t fucking cuddle
Pull up in something super fast, this a space shuttle
Nigga should’ve stayed down with it, I got yay’ for you
Spin back on his block, I’ma wait for him
If you ain’t pretty, bad bitch, I ain’t tryna fuck you
I don’t like cheap hoes, I’ll pay for it (Bend back)
Don’t put no ‘xotic on the scale, it’s yay’ on it
Cheap-ass nigga, I got the counter with some pape’ on it

Uh-huh, nigga

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