Karate Buddy (feat. BabyTron)

Energy made this one (alright)
 What up, Tron?
 KrispyLife
 You fuck with rats? You might as well be Stuart Little
 Tron 'bout to do some bullshit and I'ma do it with him
 You taxing and I'm cheap, just meet me in the middle
 Picking up a hunnid racks, just me and Tizzle
 Dripping in my Mike Amiris, you might see my jeans drizzling
 Cuz up the drum, fuck around and leave yo team crippled
 Star player, get the shot off less than three dribbles
 Surf and turf, need the biggest portion, I don't eat little
 Between me and bro, this like a thousand some carats
 If Britney don't let me fuck then I'ma hump Sharon
 Shoot a nigga wedding day up like, boy, fuck marriage
 I'm all for the beef around this bitch like fuck lettuce
 Try and square up? I'ma up weapon
 5,000 for the feature, triple for a punch lesson
 Widebody with the V12, I can't come second
 201 credit sold out, I had to come debit
 I got bricks in the fender too
 Dawg cross me the wrong way? He in a blender too
 My son only four and his room got a kitchen too
 The booth in my basement big as hell, it got a kitchen too
 Russian rifle spitting crazy like it got a missing tooth
 Same scam ten times, this old man a nincompoop
 Whip fast as hell, watch this bitch go "poof!"
 He gon' need God when I stomp him in these Christian Loubs
 The next nigga gon' need the pope
 Bitch, don't just wipe my dick off, you better use some soap
 I think this nigga tryna steal from me, gotta move the loaf
 I keep shooting the opps' cars up, they gon' need a boat
 But that will not make me stop shooting
 Gun big as hell, make the Titanic stop moving
 I really love the dubs like I'm not losing
 Make the freak bitch bless me like I achoo'd it
 Every song, every hook, every beat, I chewed it
 Widebody 2021, I am not moving (okay)
 Chess player, not to mention that I'm in here Louis stepping
 Lights, camera, action, hit his block and we'll movie set it
 White boys, they ain't lighting woods, this a doobie section
 ShittyBoyz, lab takeover, it's a dookie session
 Jag run, running out the crib, throwing on my Crocs
 Three-five of shh, it don't matter, blowing on my opps
 Late night at yo crib, yo bitch blowing off my socks
 50 sticks beamed up, leave him with some polka dots
 Nocturnal, 4 a.m., on the opps' block
 Turn a cream into a black cherry, this a Wock' pop
 Thinking that he big? Turned his truck into a drop-top
 Shot him coming out the door, he heard a knock-knock