Beetleborgs Songtext
von BabyTron & Cordae

Bye Kyle
Brr

Thinkin′ he nuts? AR do the vasectomy (brr, bah, boom, bah)
Baccarat, Creed, but I still smell the jealousy
Hundred percent, you be giving it 70
Uppin' my weaponry, searching for enemies (ayo, Cordae, where they at?)

You can hear the Redeye rumble like it′s Anthony Johnson
Spent five at Saks, I was casually shoppin' (shit, shit)
Got a sweet tooth for pape', goddamn, think my cavities rotten (shit)
Fly as hell, ain′t no gravity options
Outer space, in the galaxy watchin′
If you down, make a strategy, plot it
I don't do the Tris, shit, I′m happily wockin'

Try to ride this wave and get drowned, category five
Try to ride this wave and get drowned, category five


Yeah, ayy, try and ride this wave, no category
Keep the Glock 19, no statutory (woo)
Call me "Dexter," how I stay in the laboratory
Shit, I′d rather get high, watch Rick and Morty
What the gang and the trap, that's negatory
My dick harder than a test, bitch, take it for me
And I really got the juice, get naked for me
And if I can′t make you cum, you better fake it for me
Never mind, end of story

I was just talking to my nigga
He be hangin' with gorillas in the middle of the winter like Tarzan
Now, I be chilling in the villa with some bitches havin' thriller
′Cause I′m known to spit the fire like Charmander
How I buy a new Ferrari if a Carvana
Just bought a new crib out in Tarzana
I'm the shit, I′m that nigga, I'm the commander
I′m the shit, lil' nigga, no propaganda

Brr

He think he big and bad ′til gang equip some masks and slide down like some Beetleborgs
Fiends ain't got no diabetes, what you think the needles for?
When I smash the pedal in the 'Hawk, you hear some eagles soar (skrrt, skrrt)
Yerkys got me booted like a car with a ticket
Blood, sweat, and tears, goin′ hard, start to the finish
Flying ′round iron attached, Tony Stark on the mission
Moon rock in the stout, gon' go to Mars if you hit it


Fuck a money counter, I can add it up like Archimedes
One of one, I see some fake replicas, but it′s hard to be me
Mister Pull-Up-Make-It-Boom (boom), try not to start Habibi
Think yo' bitch a zombie, when I come around she start to eat me

That bitch start to eat me, hey
Start to eat me, what?
Bitch, start to eat me
Yeah, uh

I′m a bastard to Father Time, raised alone by Mother Nature
When they see you doin' well for yourself, they love to hate you
I discovered paper, young brother covered a dozen acres
Catch me courtside watching the Clippers, I love the Lakers
Vanity chasing, ego fragile like Anthony Davis
I smoke a blunt and wonder why y′all niggas champion races

I'm handsome and favoured, not to mention my pockets is chubby
Really wish I met my idols, knew that Pac would've loved me
Stop sayin′ lucky, manifest a young god in the rugby
With the Pumas that match, I′m stackin' this lucrative cash
Add enough to check for times, I couldn′t do good at math
Could be stressing over life, but I just choose to relax, motherfucker