BabyTron - Next Level 2 Lyrics

[Intro]Shit, I ain't gon’ say this the last level, but we getting thereThis the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz[Verse 1]Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it’s the grindSometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in lineSometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grindSometimes, it ain't gon' be yo’ time, wait in lineYou might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the differencePop a ten, I’m stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin’ to the distanceI remember someone askin' me, like "Tron, what make you different?"I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin’ in the mix, bro can get itHit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brickDouble, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assistsI can tell you right now, what you doin that it isn't it (Shit)[Interlude]Brrt, brrt, brrtBitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get uglyIf you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch HaitiBrrt (Huh)You're not making this easy, Kyle (Brrt, brrt)[Verse 2]Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get uglyIf you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch HaitiMaybach, fourmatic, five-eighty (Skrrt)Took two fifty in Mercedes (Skrrt)Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play meBitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get uglyIf you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch HaitiMaybach, fourmatic, five eightyTook two fifty in MercedesBitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play meMister Take-Yo'-Shit, lil' brodie seen more licks than envelopesBustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dopeThought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone (Ha)Met the plug in a small town by Mexico[Verse 3]You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analystScorin' like a pink diamond, cup full of amethystYou gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance itShit, blue Mendel's receipt looking like a Santa's listBrrt, bitch playin' roles like she Meagan GoodI was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (Yeah)Walk through, get respected as a legend shouldCuddy found a glitch, cyber monday, heavy pressin' juugsMy white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest meltersHa, ha, ha (Boom)Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelterWhen it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac NewtonMansion with surveillance if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (Boom)Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest studentShit, look now (Brr)I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (Brr)Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good jobShit, they create a G.O.A.TBust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the RollieOn the same shit, like literally, I just ate some ConeyI can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phonyStill scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroniCaught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"[Bridge]RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'Shee, yeah, RJ this the one, okayBig tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh[Verse 4]It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stickShe gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dickBlow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the tripIf you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitchIt's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stickShe gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dickBlow bands, make some, ain't no plans for the tripIf you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (Brrt)Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (Brrt)Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cupWhy you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the upsTouchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (Brrt)Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock MakaiHundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs (Shit)I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squadOnly time you ever leveled up is when you got on CODCaught him posted on the block and got his spirit archivedLet them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (Nope)Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart timeTesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (Skrrt)Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (Fuck)I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA (Fuck)I got the style, AJ back in TNAOn stage, crowd screamin' "Tron," I knew I'd see the day[Outro]ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah