Bin Reaper 3: New Testament (2023 Album)

Description:– #FREEUNKY Lyrics BabyTron are Provided in this article. The track is lead by BabyTron. This Track belongs to Bin Reaper 3: New Testament album. It is released on January 13, 2023.

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Song:– #FREEUNKY
Singer:– BabyTron
Album:– Bin Reaper 3: New Testament
Producer:– Helluva Beats
Written:– BabyTron

#FREEUNKY Lyrics BabyTron

[Intro]
Whew, whew
Erm
Bitch, ShittyBoyz, real Dog $hit Militia
You know what the fuck goin’ on (Helluva made the beat, baby)
It’s over with, yeah

[Chorus]
First class, row seat incase I gotta piss
Everyday shit, flyin’ around, I just dropped the six
Free Unky, he the chicken man, I think his watch a brick
I don’t give a damn, you been a ham, why you hoppin’ dick?
First class, row seat incase I gotta piss
Everyday shit, flyin’ around, I just dropped the six
Free Unky, he the chicken man, I think his watch a brick
I don’t give a damn, you been a ham, why you hoppin’ dick? (Okay)

[Verse 1]
Booted up, but go get suited up, I feel like Popovich
They knew it’s us, they see us shootin’ up, we in a rocket ship (Okay)
I do too much, they say I blew too much, I spent a scholarship
The chain new from Hutch, go do thе buffs when I rock this bitch
You gotta listen, F
They say I ain’t thе man, I think these bitches deaf
SBs on my feet cost ten, triple S (Brrt)
Fuck my ex ho, shit, I wish ’em death (I swear to God)
Fuck the opps, boy, they out here gettin’ stretched
Think he plugged in? Choppa hit him, make him disconnect
So much ice out of Hutch, look like a bowl of crystal meth
C8s and Z06s, ridin’ ’round, switchin’ ‘Vettes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Poor clerk, I’m finna hit her with a left (Bee)
They don’t really want it, they be talkin’ shit indirect
Up a meal ticket, you the type to go and get in debt (Fuckin’ loser)
Practice makes perfect, I won’t miss a step (I won’t miss)
She gon’ choose me, I’m what a bitch select
Pull up, shootin’ on the opps block like we in the wreck (Yeah)
Whippin’ Trackhawk, he cuddy whippin’ in the rex
In the booth, shit talkin’, need to get some Crest (God)
Dollar signs on my mind, I gotta get ’em (I got to)
If we slide, homicide, we bound to kill ’em
Why yo’ homie up in jail? You need to pay his bond to get him
We hoppin’ off the jet ’cause it was fences I was hoppin’ wit’ ’em (Erm)
(SBD$M, yeah, ShittyBoyz)

[Verse 2]
Hands wrapped up, slidin’ like we from Jerusalem (Brrt)
Up the chopsticks, and let it fly, I bet we noodled ’em
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you can Google ’em
He pulled up to the spot, first a Pit’ and we poodled him
I ain’t banned from DC, they love me in the DMV
It’s a P in me, bitch, I’m geeked ’til the E-N-D
Ridin’ lowkey, in the GMC at PMC
Call Habibi, he be at yo’ door with some TNT (Boom)
That ain’t za, we hit yo’ CBD with some PCP
Always talkin’ money but you always postin’ TBTs
Fogo de and Fleming’s, used to have to jam the EBT
Like the bank teller, left me open, that’s an easy three
White buffies, Sprite muddy, we don’t fight, dummy
Jamba Juice ’em, put some Wockiana in my white gummy
Smokin’ out the P and crackin’ seals, we walkin’ like mummies
(ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, yeah)

[Outro]
Youngest in charge, you probably old as hell if you hatin’ on me
I don’t give a fuck about your opinion
No one asked for that shit anyway, this shit is a global takeover
This shit is forever, I don’t give a fuck
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia