Combat Danny Brown

[Intro]
Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I don't give a fuck
I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck
Tell me, "What's up?"
All about the game, so I'm hunting big buck
Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long
Pass it down to me like a heirloom
The Henny got me wetter than whale piss
I die for this shit like Elvis
Boss up and shake down
Get it jumpin' like a techno breakdown
Night young and we just gettin' started
Let me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade party
Got smoke, of course
Goin' up, fireworks on the Fourth
Take mine, and I do it with force
Been with this shit since I jumped off the porch
Used to chop grams on my Grandma's faucet
Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear offers
Tryna play Brown, you be hangin' with Hoffman
Copped a pound and I broke it down in ounces
Bust it open like them hoes came in
Got more pills than the Olsen twins
Focus, I can see where ocean is
Kush stankin' like it broke the wind