BabyTron – Mr Hanky (Audio, Lyrics)

From the forthcoming Bin Reaper 3: New Testament project, BabyTron releases the song, “Mr Hanky” co-produced by Bye Kyle! & RizzyGotTheHeat. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track, mp3 download.

Babytron Bin Reaper 3 New Testament

Detroit’s rap prince, BabyTron, returned with a new single, “Mr. Hanky,” and with a new album announcement. The “Jesus Shuttlesworth” star announced that Bin Reaper 3: New Testament will drop next Friday, January 13th. With a slew of big-name features from Detroit and beyond, he heightened excitement with a menacing yet charismatic single. Also, this announcement marked his third project within the span of a year.

Moreover, this new album is not a deluxe or expanded version of his October effort, Bin Reaper 3: Old Testament. In fact, it’s 26 completely new BabyTron tracks featuring a host of big-name features. While the 22-year-old rarely collaborates with non-Detroit rappers, he’s switching that up on New Testament. Furthermore, this album will feature Lil Yachty, Rico Nasty, Remble, DaBoii, Cordae, Babyface Ray, and many more.

With all this in mind, “Mr. Hanky” got fans ecstatic with a menacing vocal chant sample and heavy pianos. Sure, it’s named after the Christmas Poo from South Park, but that’s just Tron’s sense of humor shining through. Moreover, he references Call of Duty, Shameless, the hip-hop game, and NBA players. While it’s funny, don’t let that distract you from Tron’s clever bars and undeniable charm.

“Mr. Hanky” came with a music video, specifically a “From The Block” performance on 4 Shooters Only. The Detroit MC rapped and smoked in a nice pink hoodie amid… toilet paper? Well, he sat on a golden toilet for his performance. Really gives his S**tty Boyz gang a whole new meaning.

BabyTron – Mr Hanky (prod. Bye Kyle! & RizzyGotTheHeat)

6 January 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 The Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE

Lyrics

[Intro]
Rizzy got the heat
You’re not making this easy, Kyle

[Chorus]
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck doin’ all that side-eyein’

[Verse]
You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon’ die tryin’
Off an oxy hittin’ stains, bitch I feel like Billy Mays
Million dollar game, yeah I’m the king, I’m in my gilly phase
I’m the shit like Mr. Hanky
Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky
Hangin’ out the window if it’s issues, I ain’t goin on a rant
Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant
Scratchin’ opps off the list, that shit like stompin’ ants
Shoulda knew the brick was fake, shit ain’t even got a stamp
Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he hide, ain’t gotta camp
Number one contender, put me in the ring, I’ll drop the champ
Lil’ brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten
One hoe getting boring, told that bitch bring a friend
Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA’s
Fuck a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RPK
This life shit up and down, kinda like a see-saw
Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-haw
Throw your album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce
Every card of the deck, I can’t take no weeks off
Every day of the calendar
I’m pickin’ up what you put down like I got scavenger
I ain’t got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher
Why they count me out? I shocked the world, supreme chancellor
Hundred in the clip, twenty-five each, ’cause he ridin’ around with three passengers
Shit, R.I.P. them
Put a band on his head like he Big Ben
Could’ve put a hundred on him, shooter owe me though
Him Duncan, face card hot, San Antonio
Jerome Bettis, what you go and get that Rollie for?
Doggy barely steppin’, what the fuck you got, some polio?
Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVO
Loubie’s they don’t rodeo, cut it with the bullshit
I ain’t even have to aim with this full clip
Drop a fifty on this shit like the new LUCKI
Cut the traction, this bitch spinnin’ like a dune buggy
High as hell, my juice muddy
2017, the scam page was catching imbeciles
All the hate you doin’, try to meet me at the pinnacle
The baddest kid in school, now I got more pape’ than my principle
(ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, you know what the fuck goin’ on)

[Chorus]
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck doin’ all that side-eyein’