"Byron" lyrics
What we doin' in Coney Island, Khalid?
Real shit, we keep it real
Fuck ya life! Bing bong
Ayy, ayy, raisin' the price of the gas like Byron
My boys in the street, y'ain't know that they wildin'
Baby, I miss you, come to Coney Island
Hey, hey, baby
Wait, let me take you to dinner
See that he fake, yeah, I know he a pretender
I'm really winnin', you not a contender
I'm [?] my chicken, ain't talkin' 'bout tender
Breath of a president push the agenda
I'm in her throat to avoid a placenta
[?], you fakin' a [?]
Pray to Allah, I'm still a sinner
I'm like Voilà, now your chain is missin'
Nevermind you can have it, it don't even glisten
When you drop some music, they don't even listen
Ayo, we got Byren's car wash live from Coney Island
Are you vaccinated? Yes sir
I was feelin' thirsty, yo' mom gave me a gallon of Henny to quench that, you hear'?
He had too many shots
You want a shot? (Oh)
Oh, you want a shot? (Glrrrah), well, lil' bitch, we're handin' 'em out
When I'm steppin' out, they got cameras out
I'm moppin' 'em up like a janitor now
[?] her jaw, I damage her mouth
You can get hit just for standin' around
Shoot at their bullets, gon' stand on a mound
I got anxiety, don't stand in crowds
You'll lose your best shit against my worst
I'm sippin' on Hen', it's quenchin' my thirst
Hit a lick on a granny, I'm sellin' her purse
I need me a bow if you want you a verse
One leg in the air, I hit her like Dirk
Ayo, Ariana Grande, wassup mamá?
Come to Coney Island, take a spin on the Cyclone (Yurr)
I miss you
Baby, come back, I miss you
Uncy got dog, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shih Tzu
Check cold as fuck, got this bitch out a igloo
Can't leave the house 'less I'm packin' a pistol
I'm the number one pick, you are a [?]
Got D for these bitches like Davion Mitchell
I'm really sick in this bitch, need a tissue
She wanna fuck, [?] tell her to [?]
Yeah, bitch
And he did it with the yellow foams on
Got a cold heart, I got Chrome on
Beat her up 'cause this bitch put my song on
You a dick rider, you need some pom-poms
And your bitch hit me up for some long dong
I be kickin' shit like we in Hong Kong
Take a hit from that motherfuckin' [?]
[*wheezes*] Shit, damn, that bitch hittin' for real
I'm a big ticket, worth more than a mill'
Smokin' on Diesel, ain't talkin' Shaquille
What do you want to tell Joe Byron right now
Wassup, baby? Take me out to dinner
Ayo
Real shit, we keep it real
Fuck ya life! Bing bong
Ayy, ayy, raisin' the price of the gas like Byron
My boys in the street, y'ain't know that they wildin'
Baby, I miss you, come to Coney Island
Hey, hey, baby
Wait, let me take you to dinner
See that he fake, yeah, I know he a pretender
I'm really winnin', you not a contender
I'm [?] my chicken, ain't talkin' 'bout tender
Breath of a president push the agenda
I'm in her throat to avoid a placenta
[?], you fakin' a [?]
Pray to Allah, I'm still a sinner
I'm like Voilà, now your chain is missin'
Nevermind you can have it, it don't even glisten
When you drop some music, they don't even listen
Ayo, we got Byren's car wash live from Coney Island
Are you vaccinated? Yes sir
I was feelin' thirsty, yo' mom gave me a gallon of Henny to quench that, you hear'?
He had too many shots
You want a shot? (Oh)
Oh, you want a shot? (Glrrrah), well, lil' bitch, we're handin' 'em out
When I'm steppin' out, they got cameras out
I'm moppin' 'em up like a janitor now
[?] her jaw, I damage her mouth
You can get hit just for standin' around
Shoot at their bullets, gon' stand on a mound
I got anxiety, don't stand in crowds
You'll lose your best shit against my worst
I'm sippin' on Hen', it's quenchin' my thirst
Hit a lick on a granny, I'm sellin' her purse
I need me a bow if you want you a verse
One leg in the air, I hit her like Dirk
Ayo, Ariana Grande, wassup mamá?
Come to Coney Island, take a spin on the Cyclone (Yurr)
I miss you
Baby, come back, I miss you
Uncy got dog, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shih Tzu
Check cold as fuck, got this bitch out a igloo
Can't leave the house 'less I'm packin' a pistol
I'm the number one pick, you are a [?]
Got D for these bitches like Davion Mitchell
I'm really sick in this bitch, need a tissue
She wanna fuck, [?] tell her to [?]
Yeah, bitch
And he did it with the yellow foams on
Got a cold heart, I got Chrome on
Beat her up 'cause this bitch put my song on
You a dick rider, you need some pom-poms
And your bitch hit me up for some long dong
I be kickin' shit like we in Hong Kong
Take a hit from that motherfuckin' [?]
[*wheezes*] Shit, damn, that bitch hittin' for real
I'm a big ticket, worth more than a mill'
Smokin' on Diesel, ain't talkin' Shaquille
What do you want to tell Joe Byron right now
Wassup, baby? Take me out to dinner
Ayo
