[Action Bronson & Shaz Illyork]
Shark Week, sense the danger, hear your heart beat
Perfect hunters from the water to the concrete
You know we rip it up, any beat we touch
Yo, we past spitting rhymes, now all we do is throw them up
[Verse 1: Shaz Illyork]
Never been a fan of the greed, pound a pussy til it bleed
Shit ain't always what it seems, D's in 'Lo tees
Over anxious, feeling tensions, apprehend us
40 deep on the corner, somebody's about to get reckless
Like Forty Deuce in '87, plan to go at any second
Mix my drink with holy water from the reverend
Thoughts realized then brought to the light
One too many lines, you know I had to get it right
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Right off the Gold Coast, 7 Series beamers and hold toast
A snapper lace the plate, now I'm dreaming we own boats
(Shaz: In due time, my nigga)
The cloud of weed like a grown ghost
I'm shaking up the dice, right to the wallet til we all broke
Break bread, snap my fingers for the waiter
Leathers to the floor, middle finger for the hater
Controlling my emotions when I'm writing on the paper
My mind is a computer where I process all the data
Shark Week, sense the danger, hear your heart beat
Perfect hunters from the water to the concrete
You know we rip it up, any beat we touch
Yo, we past spitting rhymes, now all we do is throw them up
[Verse 1: Shaz Illyork]
Never been a fan of the greed, pound a pussy til it bleed
Shit ain't always what it seems, D's in 'Lo tees
Over anxious, feeling tensions, apprehend us
40 deep on the corner, somebody's about to get reckless
Like Forty Deuce in '87, plan to go at any second
Mix my drink with holy water from the reverend
Thoughts realized then brought to the light
One too many lines, you know I had to get it right
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Right off the Gold Coast, 7 Series beamers and hold toast
A snapper lace the plate, now I'm dreaming we own boats
(Shaz: In due time, my nigga)
The cloud of weed like a grown ghost
I'm shaking up the dice, right to the wallet til we all broke
Break bread, snap my fingers for the waiter
Leathers to the floor, middle finger for the hater
Controlling my emotions when I'm writing on the paper
My mind is a computer where I process all the data
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