Beetleborgs

[Part I]

[Intro: BabyTron]

(Bye Kyle)

Brr

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

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 seventy

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'

[Interlude: Babytron]

(Try to ride this wave and get drowned, Category 5)

(Try to ride this wave and get drowned, Category 5)

[Verse 2: Cordae]

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

[Part II]

[Intro: BabyTron]

Brr

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

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

[Interlude: Cordae]

That bitch start to eat me, hey

Start to eat me, what?

Bitch, start to eat me

Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Cordae]

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 favored, 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