Experience the clever wordplay and pop culture references in Baby Tron's latest track 'Money Talks & Glitch Walks'. Dive deep into the hood life with sports insights and video game references, revealing the hustle and grind of today's youth culture. This high-energy song showcases Baby Tron's unique flow and lyrical skills that resonate with listeners aged 18-26.
Ayy, hit the gas, I’m gone, I’m light speed
Ran it up so fast, got ‘em thinkin’ they might bleed
All these whispers sound like gossip on a tight feed
Where's the competition at? Guess they just like to hide, see?
Throw me on the beat, I’m pressin’ on every verse
You can peep the drip, boy, this ain’t no dress rehearse
I’m stackin’ rings on ’em, call that a champ’s universe
Heart so cold, might as well go and need a hearse
Smokin’ gas so loud, man, this strain be talkin’ sleek
Got that live-reserve pack, no cap, that’s unique
My phone blowin’ up, all these plays got me geeked
Catch me ballin’ hard, like I’m playin’ T.E.C.
Spent a quick five bands like it’s lunchtime
Could’ve flipped that for a meal, but I’m on my grind
Wobbin’ through the city with a pocket full of dimes
Catch me on the Xbox, yeah, I’m pressin’ rewind
None of these dudes ain’t got the aim, it’s nothin’ pretty
I’m out here dodging bullets, life feels like a mini
Hood got my back like a coach, never lookin’ timid
Comfy in the trenches, feelin’ gritty, not skinny
Ayy, what you know about the streets?
They be slicker than a glitch, you can’t escape these feats
Pop out with my team, switch the platform to defeat
We can take ‘em down, like we playin’ for the heat
Old heads givin’ wisdom, like I’m sittin’ on a bench
But the game is all mine, sweep the court, no wrench
Holdin’ up the squad like I’m reppin’ for ‘em since
Jeans faded, but the style ain’t ever outta print
Keep that focus in my eyes, I’m seein’ crystal clear
Rolling through the city in a whip, that’s top tier
All this drip, man, it’s hard to keep the haters near
Ayy, playin’ savvy with the moves, I’m the leading deer
They sayin', “Jimmy, really?” Yeah, boy, I’m the realest
Knew I had it in me, just didn’t know the limit
You could catch me after hours, networking potion sippin’
Keep it hundred ‘round me, no fakes in my vision
Money talks, glitch walks, feel like I’m in a game
Leveling up, they say I’m hard to contain
Watch me dunk on all my ops, slam it down with no shame
I keep it lit, boy, you know I’m a household name
And they still askin’, “Jim, how you do that?”
I’m blending in and out, just like a sneak attack
Got it on me all the time, ain’t no need to retract
Ayy, every block I hit, they gon’ want that feedback.
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Hey, ran it up so, man
Ran it up so fast I almost broke the sound barrier
All them excuses like you couldn't sound scarier
Where's Humane Society? We beatin' down terriers
Throw me on the beat, boy, I'm beating down every verse
Brody said he need a ring for the P's, he married percs
My heart, thirty-two degrees, February first
Your very best, not a tenth of my very worst
Smokin' unreleased Zotti, this some Cherry Nerds (Cherry Nerds)
A eighth hit for sixty
Unless you buy a QP, then them bitches fifty
Five hundred blues, that's a pretty fifty
Add a hundred more to it, that's a Nipsy sixty
I was listening to Guwop, not no Pretty Ricky
This shit fifty-fifty, like is they really with me
Know I'm on some bullshit, I hear that voice like really Jimmy (Really Jimmy)
I got it on me, but it's really in me
Two percs, a fifth, and some shrooms, this lil' bitty litty
When SBDSM touch, it's a shitty city
Moncler in PA, you gotta know that Philly chilly
Wonderin' what's up in his bushes
He wonderin' what's up in his bushes, that's my shooter layin' in a ghillie, silly
She got A-plus-plus head, but that kitty iffy
I think she had a BBL, this bitch got itty bitty titties
I think the Glocky caught a virus off the Pfff-switchy glitchy
Dude ain't a tad bit of aim, I know he pissed he missed me
I'm like a myth around that bitch, I know that Ypsi miss me
You know the streets get deep, you know this shit be fishy
I ain't wanna draw attention, popped out with the mini blicky
I ain't play games since a kid, don't try to Miniclip me
Comfortable in Penntown, me and Bone in Sticky Rickies
Told her put her head down, all that tryna give me hickeys
She like, "Really Jimmy?"
There go Mr. Moissanite, he rockin' did he, will he
You gotta get it by your dolo, ain't no pity in me
Couldn't be like Greg, naw, I couldn't let 'em Wimpy Kid me
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
Pop out, three milly, I just blew through fifty cities
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
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