[Intro: Action Bronson]
Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
Here, take it, get ready
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
While you watchin' Maury, true story
Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240
Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?
Bronson come with the ninja grip
Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
Phillies to my lip
High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe
I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
As if I fit it
100k for me to spit it
I'm bout' to take a shiddit on your fitted with no good luck
Just tragedy and hardship
Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah)
I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail"
It's me, you can't touch me
Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
I do it for the glamour
I do it for my mama
I do it for my people
I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
But there was complications during, birth givin', damn, man
Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'
You can see my smile from a mile
Yeah
Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
Here, take it, get ready
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
While you watchin' Maury, true story
Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240
Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?
Bronson come with the ninja grip
Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
Phillies to my lip
High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe
I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
As if I fit it
100k for me to spit it
I'm bout' to take a shiddit on your fitted with no good luck
Just tragedy and hardship
Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah)
I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail"
It's me, you can't touch me
Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
I do it for the glamour
I do it for my mama
I do it for my people
I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
But there was complications during, birth givin', damn, man
Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'
You can see my smile from a mile
Yeah
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!