Blizzard Talk - BabyTron

Blizzard Talk

BabyTron

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Song Introduction

**Blizzard Talk** is a track by American rapper BabyTron, known for his sharp lyricism and distinctive delivery. The song blends playful wordplay with hard-hitting beats, showcasing BabyTron's unique style within the hip-hop landscape. "Blizzard Talk" has resonated with fans for its catchy hooks and innovative production, solidifying BabyTron's position as a prominent figure in the rap scene. The track is part of his latest project, continuing his trend of pushing creative boundaries and engaging listeners with his dynamic performances.

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Lyric

Yeah, this the type of time we on now, ain't gon lie

What up Getta?

(What up Stan? What up TrDee? What up Art?)

Yeah, I'm in that one bag now, I ain't gon lie

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Shut up, let that pape talk

Shut up, watch me take off

This ain't that, if it's up, take his face off

Swear I'm on fire but the shirt say "Off"

Big hemi, Tony Hawk, finna skate off

Hundred dollar, bitch I drip steak sauce

Throw a dub in your face, cause I ain't lost

Got it off the fraud, I ain't moving weight off

500 dollar method, that's a PDF

500 dollar giffy out of CVS

500 dollar bank plays, shout out TCF

Wouldn't throw a jab this way, that's an EMS

Huh, give that boy some easy rest

Amiri jeans, Fendi tee that's an easy flex

Yeah your baby on fire, feel like Weezy F

Bro in the kitchen with the-ey thought Jeezy back

Bro flying round with that pistol like he Han Solo

With a hundred killers, you will not catch Tron solo

Some opps in the bitch, I done rock Polo

Feeling like Tony with that 9 on me, I am not Romo

Think it's glue in the air cause it's stuck with it

This a big ass Dior, don't get thumped with it

Yeah I had a JanSport, but I jumped in it

Dee, how the fuck you make ten in one minute?

No haters, we shall prosper

Hundred dollar mac'n'cheese cause it's full of lobster

Trap like Bahamas cause this bitch full of Rastas

No biker club but the spot full of choppers

Big sticks and the shells like Donatello

Ball should be my last name, I am not LaMelo

Lala type bitch, feelin' like Carmelo

Slime talk, think I'mma finna come snotty bezel

These are hundred dollar sneaks, back up

Why the fuck are you broke and you act tough?

I'm the punch god, 20 jacks stacked up

It's finna be a cold summer, you can ask

018, me and Dee, we was runnin' missions

Free, for that pape I got tunnel vision

Big hustle, fast break, I run the chicken

Put twenty on his head like "yup, he missing"

I'm up one at all times, no I'm up fifty

Mean mug when I'm out, they can't fuck with me

With the jackboys, they be like "yup get me"

I'm with the jackboys, yeah bitch come get me

I do fraud and hit the mall, yeah my life boring

Lob the oop up to Stan, I don't like scoring

I had 'em sick, I was ballin', Mike Jordan

Fake ID say George, I punch like Foreman

Bro play with hard, used to hit the hardwood

Bitch ask what's my skill, I crack cards good

I ain't touch a single gram, bitch this all juugs

Would say I'm the source but we all plugged

Boy they hate when I win but I can't blame 'em

Ride around with two sticks, that's a Playstation

You a super-ham, boy no I can't save him

This some big-ass drip, no they can't strain him

Blocking hams, Ben Wallace, feel like '04

Lil bro like Hellboy, keep a blow torch

The patience I have for pape is so short

Bro lowkey keep a hammer, he don't know Thor

MVP shit, yeah I'm gon' score

Blue strip papercuts, my shit so sore

Bitch lean for a kiss, like no whore

Remember all the meals, I don't take 'em no more

- It's already the end -