Brain Fart & Masterpiece Lyrics – BabyTron

Brain Fart & Masterpiece Lyrics - BabyTron

“Brain Fart & Masterpiece” is a track by BabyTron which dropped on August 16, 2024. The lyrics were penned by BabyTron, and the music was produced by ​Machu and Enrgy Beats. The music video for “Brain Fart & Masterpiece” is directed by 12 Mile Kyle and Junk Food.

Brain Fart & Masterpiece Lyrics By BabyTron



[Brain Fart]

(Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia)

I Just Turned My Sunkist Pitch Black Like A Solar Eclipse (Long Live $Cam)
Ayy, B!tch, It’s Bite-down Season, See A Play, Put My Molars In It (Nyah)
Get A Soda, Spike That Ho Just Like Samoa Joe
Walkin’ Bourbon Street, I’m Blowin’ Gumbo With Some Nola H*es
My White Boy Rollin’ Off An X In Oba Mode
(Damn, Machu, Why’d You Have To Do ’em Like That?)
(Sbdsm)

Trizzy In My Sprizzy, Hell Nah, This Ain’t Coca-cola, Bro
Probably Wonderin’ How The Kitchen Hot, Thinkin’ The Yola Snow
Treat The Zotti Like Some Chicken Noodle Soup And Blow A ‘bow
It Ain’t East To West, Just In The City, Ball From Coast To Coast
Dime, Dime, Dime, Dime, Dime, We Can Go Ho For Ho
Spot, It’s Lookin’ Like An Army Base, We Can Go Pole For Pole
Have My Steppers Step All On Your Steppers If We Toe To Toe
You The Type To Hit The Club With No Pape’ Just To Go To Go
When You Down, They Kick You, When You Up, They Use They Hands
When You Down, You See-through, When You Up, You They Mans
Sad To Say It, That’s Just Life, Though
Watch Your Step And Treat Our Presence Like A Tightrope
Yeah, He Got A Heater, But Ain’t Hittin’ Shots, He Ice Cold
Tuh, Ayy

281 Number Playin’ On My Phone Like Who’s This, Mike Jones?
Spitting Game To Your B!tch While You With Her,
You Would Think I’m Tyrone, I Bet I Fu*k Her
Blowin’ Zagazas In Challies, It’s A Redeye Summer
Nothin’ You Can Do To Make Bro Miss,
He Got A Deadeye Jumper
Best Bet Is Duckin’ Your Head
Man, It’s Field Goal Percentage, Still A Hundred Percent
Ain’t A Water Gun, But Just Know, If He Up It, You Drenched
Cuddy Got Gardener Gloves, He In Here Touchin’ The Fent’
Ho Think I Care That I Found Out She Out Here Fu*kin’ Again
Punch God, Made Her Hit Her Knees And Come And Repent
Why She Think We Go Together When I’m Bustin’ Her Friend?
Better Chill Out, All That Splurgin’, Watch That Budget For Rent
Now You Know You Strugglin’, Now You Know You Hurtin’

Actin’ Like You Up, But Your Purple Jeans Empty,
So You Know You Purpin’
Bossman, No Dlow
Things Change Nowadays, It Ain’t No G-Code,
What The Fu*k The Streets On?
Flash Make Him Emote
Pull Up Cannon Like I’m Tryna Get Some B-roll
Blew Up Like Some C-4
I’ve Been Tryna See Bro
I Can’t Find Him Out In Traffic, Think His Seats Low
(All That Motherfu*kin’ Hidin’)

Open Fire On An Opp, He Leave The Street Closed
Expensive Expertise, I Can’t Fu*k With Cheap H*es
Lil’ Brodie Robbin’ Shit, He Slicker Than Some Body Lotion
Pourin’ Magic, It Ain’t Polly Juice, Lil’ Ho, It’s Wocky Potion (Ahh)
Everybody ’round Me Froze, Shit, I’m Feelin’ Like One Of Them Hockey Coaches
You’d Think I’m Barry Trotz With All This Ice Around
Swingin’ For The Fence, Barry Bonds, Ain’t No Strikin’ Out
Whole Entire Gang Some Hammerheads, Y’all Just Some Pike And Stout
Bet The 27 Turn Him To An Angel, Michael Trout

Actin’ Like He Be Out Here, But He Just Stay Inside The House
You Would Think I Gave The B!tch A Filling, I’m Inside Her Mouth
Caught Your Mans While It Was Dark, Now He Inside The Stout
Why The Fu*k They Call This B!tch A Driveway? I’m Flyin’ Out
I Done Turned The Ram Into A 767



Thumbed A Dub In Hyperspeed, I Did It Less Than Sixty Seconds
Gotta Leave Out With Two Weapons, Got An Extra Blickie Fetish
They Think That I’m Usin’ Cheat Codes, Got ’em Checkin’ Jimmy Settings
Pockets Full Of Blue Faces, You Would Think My Jeans Fainted
Tryna Be A Billionaire, Your Lame A*s’d Rather Be Famous
Rather Get A Follower Than Dollar, Huh?
(You Need To Go Reevaluate Life, You Must Be Havin’ A Brain Fart)

(Damn, Machu, Why’d You Have To Do ’em Like That?)

[Masterpiece]

(Enrgy Made This One)
(Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia, Long Live $Cam)

I Can Only Trust A B!tch As Far As I Can Throw Her
Nah, This Ain’t The Start, But This Shit Far As Hell From Over
Played The Ones I Got, Back Then, The Cards Was Dealt From Joker
Really Out My Shit, It Might Be Kinda Hard To Tell I’m Sober
Still Be Doin’ High School Shit, It’s Hard To Tell He’s Older
Your B!tch Made My Eyes Roll, Shit, Hey

Your B!tch Made My Eyes Roll, Shit, It’s Hard To Tell You Cuffed Her
But The Way You Blew Her Phone Up, Can Tell You Love Her
Damn Near Got A Lame Detector, You Can Smell You, Buster
Fakin’ Like, “My Family Really Hatin’,” I Can’t Help You, Brother
Cuddy Right On Top The Stove, But He Ain’t Meltin’ Butter
How The Fu*k You Been Inside My Crib But You Ain’t Met The Butler?
Put Us Up Against Them Boys, I Hope You Bet ’em Under
Fell Asleep And Thought I Lost A Dub, But I Ain’t Check The Covers
You Know These H*es Be Pokin’ Holes, I Had To Check The Rubbers
Had To Tell My H*es I’m With My B!tch, Like Don’t Even Text This Number
Lil’ Brodie Tryna Score, We Finna Test His Jumper

Still Ain’t Caught Up To The Gang, We Call Him Extra Mustard
Usually Just The Dog, But Cuddy Said He Sellin’ Fent’ This Summer
B!tch, Couple M’s What I’ma Spend This Summer
Love Tappin’ Whips Off The Quag’, I Had To Check The Bumper
They Like, “Where The Trx?” You See This Bentley Comin’
Maison Mihara Head To Toe, My Lil’ B!tch Fendi Runnin’
Bro-bro Said He Can’t Even Name The Switch, Can Catch Him Semi Clutchin’
Stoney River Did The Steak, You Still At Wendy’s Crunchin’
Rollie Plain Jane, Ain’t Wanna Get The Presi’ Flooded
If I Throw The Oop To Lil’ Gang, Shit, I Bet He Dunk It
Seven-figure Club Member, Fu*k That Petty Hundred

So Much Reach Around This B!tch, You’d Think I’m Wemby’s Cousin
You Gon’ Spend It All Tryna Keep Up, You Know That Rembi Jumpin’
You A Rookie, Sit Back, Soak It Up While All The Vets Be Runnin’
You Would Think That The Spot Was Mickey D’s, He Got A Ten-piece Comin’
Ask A B!tch Like, “Can You Tell Me, How Do Leechers Think?”
Know Some Robbers Fed Up With It, Tryna Breach The Brinks
They Got Liquor, We Got Mud, Huh

They Got Liquor, We Got Mud, I Told The H*es Go Drink For Drink
Your Lil’ B!tch Just Hit My Phone Like, “When We Linkin’, Stink?”
Why You Worried ’bout Me? I’m Where I Need To Be
You A Role Player At The Best, Boy, I’ma Lead The League
We Ain’t Sippin’ Hit Drank, Come Drop A Three And See
It’s So Much— Up In The Kitchen, Someone Clean The Sink
Like Someone Grab The Bleach

Ho So Bougie, Talkin’ ’bout, “Can Go We Have Some Tea?”
Every Time I’m In The Booth, This Shit A Masterpiece
It Used To Be The Mastercards, But Now I Master Bars
Used To Pull Up Hoopty, Now I’m Leavin’ In The Fastest Car
Used To Be A Different Story, Things Changed
Always Talkin’ Off A Fake One, Like, Use Your Main Page

Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia, Long Live $cam

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Brain Fart & Masterpiece Song Credits:

Song Name:Brain Fart & Masterpiece
Lead Vocals:BabyTron
Written/Lyrics By:BabyTron
Music Produced By:Machu & Enrgy Beats
Music Label:BabyTron
Release Date:August 16, 2024

Frequently Asked Questions

Who produced “Brain Fart & Masterpiece” by BabyTron?

“Brain Fart & Masterpiece” by BabyTron was produced by ​​​​Machu and Enrgy Beats.

When did BabyTron release “Brain Fart & Masterpiece”?

BabyTron released “Brain Fart & Masterpiece” on August 16, 2024.

Who wrote “Brain Fart & Masterpiece” by BabyTron?

“Brain Fart & Masterpiece” by BabyTron was written by ​BabyTron.

Who sang the “Brain Fart & Masterpiece” Song?

Brain Fart & Masterpiece song is sung by BabyTron.