AVEYTRON

It's official
Bang  ya pistol
See,  if you dare me
I'll body your instrumental
Don't need producers
Don't  need an engineer
I  can do all of that myself
Let's make it very clear

Keep  in touch with the dealer
That rubberband man
He make it flip
Got a stack doing the handstand
I'm  good with the moves
Wanna go dancing
The mac'll rain & make you do the can-can

Murda Dem, Murda Dem
Avey bodybagged a beat
And now they scurred of him
If you gettin' at Nicki
Ya wig gettin' split
See, I won't hesitate to
Hit a bitch with the blicky

I'm a Sucka Free nigga
That gets higher than a kite
Kawasaki Papi bustin' stoppies on a bike
Every word I rap, I write
When I spit, I don't recite
Niggas lookin' for a come-up
Tell that hoe to take a hike

Peso Papi to pendejos
Make 'em run my dinero
C-Notes stay getting stacked
It's looking like a libretto
All you niggas be lying
And plus, ya daddy Geppetto
Dummy bitches ain't writing
That's why they're throwing stilettos

Hot damn, bitch
I'm back again
Undisputed in this hoe
Tell 'em stack my wins
You could call me Averi Clinton
How I pack a pen
Wanna hear a hood story
Well then, let's begin

I met a
Bougie beauty with that
Juicy coochie couture
She gone put the print in pink
In case bitches want some more
Got a helluva body
Was a helluva hottie
Asked me if I get lifted
I told her 'Beam Me Up Scotty'

She said
'Wassup, I'm the Barbie
I heard that you the Sire
I'm putting up a bargain
10k up on the wire
I'm looking for some fire
Can you be my supplier'
I'm suited for the role
But this ain't roleplay attire

They call me Aveytron, I'm di wavy one
(Yeh, wah gwaan)
Bwoy dem chat mi
A nuh guh skin up weh mi fyah pon
Sim Simma
Sir Avey di rammy of di litter
Light up di kaya
I'll smoke any nigga

'Let's spark a doobie
And kick it like Bruce Lee
Pocket full of looseleaf
Greens and the bluesies
Put me in your squadron
I can be the sergeant
Hop up in the rocket
And take off with the martians'

That's how we got together
Barbie control the weather
I leave my planet, never
Without an umbrella
Versace head to toe
She's besties with Donatella
Steady gettin' that feta
Mozzarella and cheddar

All these bitches trippin off la coca
Bumpin' like the shit up on they boca
Any laced bitch could get the smoke-ah
Leave ya body wrapped in white like togas
I like all my niggas with some mocha

Got the illest of flows
Fuck whoever oppose
Avey Wavey the goat
Moniker BILLY to most
All these niggas be watchin'
In their feelings, they plottin'
Soft shit, like cotton
Now, imma get to red-dottin'

Whippin' it in a Ghost
I whip it coast-to-coast
A nigga wanna boast
I'll whip 'em with the toast
I might just cop a tag
I might just stop your bag
All you niggas my daughters
I might just fuck your dad

(BRAT-TAT-TAT-TAT)
Shot, shot, shots
I'm drinkin'
Better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum-rum when I'm

Shot, shot, shots, I'm-
Shot, shot, shots, I'm-
Shot, shot, shots, I'm drinkin'
Rum-rum when I'm