[Chorus: Diego Dose & Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got more plays than the NBA
David Stern around my way
Discussing to buy with my sensei
A thousand bands on the runway
Beat up the dope like a runaway slave
Cut off a foot, Kunta Kinte
I live in the concrete jungle, I'm the Lion King
Awimbawe, awimbawe
This that dope music, sell a brick to you
I'm big time, you a bench hitter
Forgiatos with the lipstick
On my Jigga shit, here go the blueprint
Givenchy bricks exclusive
African diamonds, now I'm seasick
I traffic the bricks in my Goodyears
I pull up in R8, root beer
[Verse 1: Diego Dose]
Rock a desk chair like I'm Dame Dash
All this shit came out the rock, blocks
Throw a brick like Shaquille O'Neal
Fourth division with [?] pass
Thigh pads in every pocket
Might go blow that little shit in Giuseppe Zanotti
Seats banana pudding, chocolate Panamera
Special looking like a sundae
Might whip the Bentley like Fonzworth
Counting Benjis 'til my thumbs hurt
Go straight from the trap to a concert
Chopper in hand, bet I bomb first
Selling 16's, I ain't talking verses
But I bet I'll put the [?] in a hearse
If you scared, nigga, better go to church
Send my paradise niggas to handle that work
I got more plays than the NBA
David Stern around my way
Discussing to buy with my sensei
A thousand bands on the runway
Beat up the dope like a runaway slave
Cut off a foot, Kunta Kinte
I live in the concrete jungle, I'm the Lion King
Awimbawe, awimbawe
This that dope music, sell a brick to you
I'm big time, you a bench hitter
Forgiatos with the lipstick
On my Jigga shit, here go the blueprint
Givenchy bricks exclusive
African diamonds, now I'm seasick
I traffic the bricks in my Goodyears
I pull up in R8, root beer
[Verse 1: Diego Dose]
Rock a desk chair like I'm Dame Dash
All this shit came out the rock, blocks
Throw a brick like Shaquille O'Neal
Fourth division with [?] pass
Thigh pads in every pocket
Might go blow that little shit in Giuseppe Zanotti
Seats banana pudding, chocolate Panamera
Special looking like a sundae
Might whip the Bentley like Fonzworth
Counting Benjis 'til my thumbs hurt
Go straight from the trap to a concert
Chopper in hand, bet I bomb first
Selling 16's, I ain't talking verses
But I bet I'll put the [?] in a hearse
If you scared, nigga, better go to church
Send my paradise niggas to handle that work
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