Saucony Lyrics – BabyTron & Certified Trapper

Whew, Ayy
This Recordin’?
Ayy

All The Food In The Spot, We Done Turned It To A Banquet
Money, Money, Dollar, Dollar, Skrill, That’s My Language
Saucin’ In Saucony, I Might Switch Up To The Asics

Switch A Nigga Up, He Was Slippin’ In The Matrix
(You’re Not Making This Easy, Kyle)
Cheese In My Pocket, I Ain’t No Freemason
Snowbunny Hunter, Fu*k Around And Be A Racist

I Can’t Fu*k With Him, He Givin’ Information To The Agents
I Seen Him Comin’ Out The Station

Slide Down His Block, Fap, Hit Him, Get Vacationed (Pop, Pop-pop)
Sesame Chicken, Got Me Tryna Fu*k That Asian
Third Wheel With Your B!tch, She A Blasian

Coupe From Outer Space, You’d Think That We Invading
Whole Gang Gettin’ Paid, This Shit Must Be Contagious
We The Favorites When Y’all Go And Place Some Bets In Vegas

If You Try To Strip Me, I’ma Send Your A*s To Heaven Gates (Hadouken)
Beat The Fu*k Out You Like Anime
2024 Fast Shit, It’s Not A Santa Fe

How The Fu*k You Legendary? Never Had No Accolades
Harder To Find Than A Needle In A Stack Of Hay

Look At Lil’ B!tch Suckin’ Up For The Afterpay
I Can Have Lil’ Brodie On Yo’ A*s For A Rack A Day
I Just Let The Perky Melt All The Way Down For The Aftertaste

I Was Broke Down Bad ’til That Package Came
I Just Poured A Four Of Purple Hoping It Attacks The Pain
All Season Max My Shot Out, I Had To Add Some Range
If You Took My Job At Being Pilot, You Would Crash The Plane
Everything Bust Nowadays
But If I See That Rose-gold Presi’ Thang, I’ma Cash It Plain

Next Lamborghini Truck I See, I’ma Hit The Bank
Lil’ B!tch Call Me Over, I Ain’t Fu*k, That B!tch A Jank
All These Ho*s Clowns And You Kissin’ The Face I Paint
Thirty Milligrams, Not Including The Eight I Drank

B!tch, I’m Grumpy, I Ain’t In The Mood
In The Car Playin’ Reezy, Get Greasy With Six Twos

If You Don’t Tighten Up, Gon’ Knock Your Shit Loose
Had A Big Mouth, Now He Talkin’ With A Chipped Tooth
‘rilla In That Jungle, It Ain’t Shit To Let Them Chimps Loose
Certified Sippin’ On Some Morty, Rockin’ Rick Shoes
Fetty Wap Mixed With Shih Tzu Turned Him Fish Food

Brodie You Up And Slam You On Your A*s Like Jiu-jitsu
Follow Any Car From The Venue, We Gon’ Blick You
.223S Wet His A*s Up, Rip His Tissue
Hey, Where The Motherfu*kin’ Cough, I Gotta Hit You
You Was Real Tough, How Brodie End Up With Your Pistol?

My Vision Clear, I’m Talkin’ Crystal
Coach Charm, The Next Chain Might Be A Whistle
Hellkitty Smoke, Leds For The Whiskers
Talkin’ ’bout Some Loud, He Pulled Up With Some Whispers

You Are Not Invited, Where Your Metro Pass?
I Don’t Know What The Fu*k Wrong, We Done Spanked His A*s
Where The Ambulance At? I Just Stretched His A*s
Nigga Pulled Up With Short Money, Done Blessed His A*s