BabyTron - Mr. Hanky Lyrics

[Intro]Rizzy got the heatYou're not making this easy, Kyle[Chorus]Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice tryDouble A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five GuysI got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dyeReal life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fiI can tell she wanna fuck doin' all that side-eyein'[Verse]You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon' die tryin'Off an oxy hittin' stains, bitch I feel like Billy MaysMillion dollar game, yeah I'm the king, I'm in my gilly phaseI'm the shit like Mr. HankyShoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger jankyHangin' out the window if it's issues, I ain't goin on a rantTwo grams short of half in the slabs, Za MorantScratchin' opps off the list, that shit like stompin' antsShoulda knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stampMountain Dew on lava lamp, if he hide, ain't gotta campNumber one contender, put me in the ring, I'll drop the champLil' brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the tenOne hoe getting boring, told that bitch bring a friendSerenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA'sFuck a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RPKThis life shit up and down, kinda like a see-sawAston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-hawThrow your album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauceEvery card of the deck, I can't take no weeks offEvery day of the calendarI'm pickin' up what you put down like I got scavengerI ain't got no shame in my game, Frank GallagherWhy they count me out? I shocked the world, supreme chancellorHundred in the clip, twenty-five each, 'cause he ridin' around with three passengersShit, R.I.P. themPut a band on his head like he Big BenCould've put a hundred on him, shooter owe me thoughHim Duncan, face card hot, San AntonioJerome Bettis, what you go and get that Rollie for?Doggy barely steppin', what the fuck you got, some polio?Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVOLoubie's they don't rodeo, cut it with the bullshitI ain't even have to aim with this full clipDrop a fifty on this shit like the new LUCKICut the traction, this bitch spinnin' like a dune buggyHigh as hell, my juice muddy2017, the scam page was catching imbecilesAll the hate you doin', try to meet me at the pinnacleThe baddest kid in school, now I got more pape' than my principle(ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, you know what the fuck goin' on)[Chorus]Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice tryDouble A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five GuysI got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dyeReal life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fiI can tell she wanna fuck doin' all that side-eyein'