Текст песни Mermaid Man And Barnacle Boy (feat. Since99) - BabyTron

I'm her MCM, MCM belt on like Mermaid Man
Shit, that's a Danny G beat
ShittyBoyz

I'm her MCM, MCM belt on like Mermaid Man
Bitch a city girl, she wanna fuck 'cause she heard I scam
Tryna fuck with me? Boy, that's like tryna surf on sand
BINs so fire, punched up and I burnt my hand

He can't pay his rent so he boutta go scam his fans
How the hell it's 2021 and you still taking Xans?
I'ma spread the pape with my thumbs and watch it expand
Hoes watching me just like a TV, I'm on demand

I can run the play or catch the bag, I'm a slotback
Never been racist, ash white and my pop black
Snatch a bitch heart out her chest like Mortal Kombat
Woke up late on the jacks, where the fuck my Crocs at?

Hit the vibe in the BNB, where my socks at?
How he gon' pour a pint of Tris' but the pop flat?
Pulling up unannounced to your crib in all black
Limoncello in the blunt, rolling up that top pack

I'm with 99, crazy that's my overall with Visas
Trackhawk season, boy, you outside walking, freezing
Damn near bougie, eighty dollar eighth and the water Fiji
Made a Larry Bird the last time the clerks in Boston see me

She boutta suck the soul out me just like a game of Ouija
Walk in, vandalize Saks and spray it with graffiti
I can't really help that Tron looks like OhGeesy
He was tryna get him a percentage but I'm too greedy

Fucked 'em both up, Melrose and Rodeo
Thinking he a star, put the scope on him, Galileo
Money blue and pink, cotton candy, gotta match the Faygo
Almost beat the chef ass 'cause I did not ask for mayo
Fucked up Sam's Club, I ain't pay Uncle Sam nun'
RIP Darryl Dawkins, broke the reader with a slam dunk
Talking 'bout yo buffs real? Let's go up in and ask Hutch
Lawrence Taylor with this piece, I fucked around, fucked Saks up

Said he got a chain at Golden Sun? It's Supreme Patty
The engineer focused as a bitch, he off an Addy
Interrogating 99? Damn, you DJ Vladding
Flying to your bitch up on a carpet, I came Aladdin
Mixing all designer denim, tripping in different satin
Boutta go and run this pack up like Darren McFadden
Bro just like electricians, you know he want the static
If you pass it to me in the corner, I'm automatic

Human Races stomping on the pedal of the UFO
Preaching on the 'Gram on yo story? Bitch, you a ho
Show-off, I might pull up muscle flexing, bitch, I do the most
We'll send some bullets through his dome like the Super Bowl
We gon' send them cars to his addy till that bitch flag
Bitch asking where the fuck I'm at, shit, a zipped bag
Chrome Heart on but I treat bitches like I'm Tin Man
I just hope the strippers in this bitch went to swim class
(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Just punched some Track.2s, yeah, these some free sneaks
And I think I need a thermoscope so I can heat seek
You been missing all yo shots, I think you need some VC