Orthodox lyrics

[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
I just upped the score for the fourth time
Pull a cookie out, got it looking like an organ
Popped a n*gga up, n*gga, it was 'round four or five
I can shoot the chop, both hands, b*tch, I'm orthodox
Baby tryna pull up two thirties, we can shoot a movie
sh*t, f*ck, Damjonboi made this beat groovy
b*tch, I'm off the E's, I don't know, 'cause you n*ggas fluky
Get up on that tip and blow, this a f*cking Uzi

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Shout out to my shooter, I can't say his name, he beat a Boosie
I can send a blitz on you from Tokyo while eating sushi
I just left a lil' b*tch on a stretcher, you ain't seen her boobies
You done let that freak b*tch have her way, you pulled up eatin' booty
Should I play the ARP or should I play the baby Drac'?
Trapper said his pager would'vе slapped way back in eighty-eight
Boy, cut it out, only thing f*ckеd up is my sleep schedule
Only time doggy around some cheese is when he eat pretzels

[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
Bust down 'Woods, I got my paper up
If you ain't with the Hutch, your sh*t fake as f*ck
If you ain't get your sh*t from Johnny, I don't give no f*cks
Demon sh*t, I got the Glock on my body, I mean body on my Glock
That's your favorite capper
That n*gga broke as f*ck, that's your favorite rapper
Eight G's on me right now, I could buy a chopper
Shoot your whole f*ckin' car up, go and buy an Acura
I'm a real street n*gga, not a f*ckin' actor
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Wheezin' off an eighth of zotti like I got some f*cking asthma
Heard your brodie movin' like a zombie, sold his f*cking plasma
Told her buckle up, we finna hit the road to Alabama
In Miami, hit Bal Harbour, then I blow up Mama Jama
Pouring eights in twenty-fours, rest up to Black Mamba
2023, minus the bullsh*t, I'ma add commas
You would think I'm playing Fortnite how I grab llamas
Mastercards on fire, you would think I crack lava

[Chorus: Certified Trapper]
I just upped the score for the fourth time
Pull a cookie out, got it looking like an organ
Popped a n*gga up, n*gga, it was 'round four or five
I can shoot the chop, both hands, b*tch, I'm orthodox
Baby tryna pull up two thirties, we can shoot a movie
sh*t, f*ck, Damjonboi made this beat groovy
b*tch, I'm off the E's, I don't know, 'cause you n*ggas fluky
Get up on that tip and blow, this a f*cking Uzi

[Outro: Certified Trapper]
I just upped the score for the fourth time
Pull a cookie out, got it looking like an organ
Popped a n*gga up, n*gga, it was 'round four or five
I can shoot the chop, both hands, b*tch, I'm orthodox