Chords for BabyTron - Prince Of The Mitten (Official Video)

_ [D] _ _ Hey, _ _ _ _ _ this is B, baby!
_ This is NC.
_ _ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F] _ [D] We're glad that your bitch [G] don't let your bitch go, nigga.
[D] Hey, hey, shitty boy.
Me and Stan ran it up off the EDV.
Bitch, I never get a ring [Dm] like CP3.
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch, I'm [F] drinkin' lean.
Caught him broad day, easy breezy, I ain't need [D] a bean.
Twelve had to let me go, I thought him, I ain't [Dm] see a thing.
Easy feet and closet stacked, what did he just sneak?
Crack cocktail, cash shit look like need for speed.
Best believe [Bb] I'ma be the GOAT when I leave the [Ab] league.
Damn, John, boy.
[E] _ [Eb] Puncher next to me made a hunnid off the dark web.
Doggy got that fake babe, hunnid for his shark head.
T-shirt chrome, tell the lil' bitch my heart did.
Vanilla this, vanilla that, [E] the young tron was gifty grab.
Made his whole car stop, I fucked around in 50 Caldi.
Late night, you [E] only talkin' somethin' like Jimmy [Ab] Fallon.
Put that lil' fuckin' gun down, [Eb] my hitman really active.
[Gbm] Two titties, [Dbm] get yo' ass a hunnid piece.
[E] Drag pools walkin' round in thousand dollar running [Gbm] sneaks.
Subi jeans lookin' tight, cause [Dbm] it's a dubbing [E] league.
2014, true religions, [Gbm] bailed double G's.
So much ice on my neck, the bitches in the club [E] gon' freeze.
All the shit I seen up in my life will make your stomach [Gbm] queeze.
Think it's shit sweet?
Come and [E] see.
Fell asleep but woke up confused, I done drunk and dirty.
[B] I been doggin' hoes since I was 12, this shit ain't nothin' [F] new.
Dog shit militia, up some paper, we gon' fuck with you.
[Gb] Buy a thousand on the Cartier's, I got the Buckets view.
[Abm] Fuck around and dunk on yo' ass if it's up with you.
If the [A] chopstick jam, shit I'm gettin' [G] hands on.
If yo' piece is thin, why you never put yo' mans on?
[A] Mm-hmm, cut it out, you a [B] ham, bro.
Thousand dollar coke, thousand dollar coffee cup.
I [Gbm] got fifties, I got hunnids, lil' bitch the Jockey [G] stuff.
Pending after pending, I'ma have Hutchies soft me up.
Cut your hair on me, [Ebm] guarantee we sendin' [Eb] doggy up.
Free-reed, where Brody did that shit was legendary.
Poured an eight in January, I was asleep till February.
Pretty bitch, she look too nice, but the hair was [Eb] scary.
Three-five after three [A]-five like it's necessary.
Five thousand dollar fit, I'm dressin' [E] excellent.
I slide down, you [Am] the type be sendin' messages.
Nah, for real, see him out, I bet we pressin' him.
I [Gb] ain't roll-running, shit I sent [B] seven Mexicans.
Whole lotta [Gb] choppers at the spot, bitch, we like to [Gbm] arm.
I just hit a [B] bitch off the bus, said she like the Carties.
I can [Gb] out-smoke by a bitch, I'm high as Mars.
Chillin' at the crib, [B] making paypaint to type the part.
Top stick, rusty, Yunky Slime with a O-Rifle.
Flyin' in a Striker, no registration, no ties.
Gamestar, Brody in the kitchen by a snow pipe.
I got a lotta kids tryna steal my [Abm] hoes' style.
European sneakers every day, my closet look like Saks.
Pool sippin' night, Quilly thinkin' that it look like Act.
Pack of backwoods pearls, shit they look like blacks.
Said he had thrax, opened the pack, [Dbm] then it look like [B] Paps.
Five percent tint, you can't see shit.
Tryna ride the wave, fuck around and you get seasick.
Pay this motherfucker off, we on B-Switch.
Keep yo' lips sealed, you know loose lips, they sink [Bm] ships.
80 racks, put it in my Louis [D] V backpack.
Hell [Gbm] came, bitch we upgraded from them scat packs.
Ran [E] it up fast, shit I should've played some halfback.
[G]
It don't matter what the fuck you [Ab] make if you [E] can't stack.
Miami in November, feel like Ray, shit I'm [Gbm] livin' life.
If you care about it, don't quit til you [Abm] get it right.
I pray for you if my shooter got you [Bb] in his sight.
Shit talker, I been doin' this since Fisher Price.
_ [F] Habibi firebombin', got a missile [Dm] tuck.
If them robbers come [Bb] through, then I guarantee they give it in.
Lifestyle [C] Houston, basic bitch, she in the little stuff.
[Bb] Hit a bucket, shit I'm gettin' clutch.
Funky spot [C] a fiend, whip it up and then we fix her up.
[F] You ain't got [Bb] the heart, go ahead pull the trigger punk.
Dog shit [C] malicious, shitty boys, it ain't no [Ab] switchin' up.
New York kicks, Michael Murry's Glocky with the switch.
Hitman the motherfucker, catchin' bodies, no attempts.
Out the way, but I'm still probably [A] in the mix.
Wacky, I'm a sip, got me feelin' godly in this bitch.
Wide body, don't know where the park at.
Funky in the kitchen, [Bb] whippin' in a chrome heart match.
Hop with the telescope and send him where [Gm] the stars at.
Backwood full of moon rock, I'm where [E] Mars at.
Tell a bitch shut the fuck up with her [B] broke ass.
In that Transformer, big engines, finna float [Em] past.
Ninety dollar AP in the wood, I only blow gas.
No pass, gang slidin' down like the Rosebud.
Ain't no ho in I, I a step-dolla.
Pocket-lifter's little red bottoms, there he step-roha.
Need a pair of new Yeezy's, shit I'm finna check no jaw.
Penis [N] nose red, we ain't namin' it your chest bozo.
High as hell done woke [Bb] up off the walk like where the fuck [Ebm] I'm at.
I don't fuckin' scrap, you throw a jab and I'ma up your [Eb] strap.
Punchin' jacks at the scam house, I'm [Bb] finna double back.
Ten thousand dollar fit, I spent the dubbing sack.
This one's Azai, you smelly even when it's bubble [Am] wrap.
I just wanna spend some money, I just wanna spend some money.
On the block with some T-T, a testifug.
F and N hangin' off my hip, we ain't [Bb] wrestlin' dummies.
I done had some rainy days, but I bet the rest be [A] sunny. _ _ _ _ _ _ _