[Intro]
(CONNIE, are you fucking kidding me?)
[Verse 1: Zack Fox]
As a youngin' I was downtrodden
Now I hop out the chopper like Bobby Brown and get to countin' gualla
Cabbage and llamas, all types of fauna
Kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars
I'm in the Trackhawk playin' Tramaine Hawkins
Engineered Garments, we walk in this bitch like the Parliament
Don't get your clock cleaned, I ain't got time to squabble
Keep in mind, quarter til on my hip and it's not an ornament
My default aura is Arthur's fist
The swag hard to miss, got enough money to kill a congressman
I was down horrendous and took it on the chin
I ain't jump off the porch, we was homeless, I had to come off the bench
Vince Carter, arm in the rim
Got the blick in the formal affair, the 30 clip hangin' out like a dorsal fin
Sippin' sore, might pour out the gin
You tryna quarrel with me and getcha shorty bent, much to your chagrin
A southern legend like Shawty Pimp
Stop callin' me "twin," we the literal definition of opposite
I fuck my money up like Flocka did
My accountant said something got to give, treatin' the hunnids like it's some pocket lint
20k designer dad fit
The Glock fat as fuck like DJ Khaled, wet up your Challenger boy, I'm accurate
Walk inside the bank and do a backflip
We draw the racks, my shooter out in London, handle chaps like cracked lips
I'm all that and a bag of chips
Hit Benihana with somebody bitch, she givin' me noggin to my astonishment
I'm in Houston at club Onyx, on the iPad
Documents with the pie graphs, calculatin' bands while I'm around ass
When you're havin' fun, look how the time pass
Hunnid bands in designer trousers look like thigh pads
AMG dance at Alpina, alkaline dyin'
Poke the sleeping giant, Kel-Tec look like a mountain lion
Niggas want parts like O'Reilly, I reply with silence
Percs and psilocybin got me speakin' like I'm Joe Biden
Don't quit ya day job, partna, your song dropped and it was quiet enough to hear a rat piss on a ball of cotton
[Interlude]
(Yo' big, stupid, raggedy ass)
(You got me fucked up!)
(I'll murk yo' fuckass... bitch!)
[Verse 2: Bruiser Wolf]
The way I move product, defy logic
She wanna give me a piece of ass, I wanna add toppin'
Pitchin' bags, a pound of rosin
Cash option, corn hole, how the bag droppin'
They can't breathe without cotton
This an oxygen
Not again, he got a knot again?
Just off the top, no occasion, had to drop my pen
Lion's den with a grin, two nines, quarter to ten
It's do-or-die, po pimp
'Bout my scratch like catnip
Told Craven, like Colin, these boys cappers, Nic (Uh)
It's all in the wrist, chef's kiss
Got the recipe they can't resist
Watch whatchu sayin' like you textin' shit (Like you textin' shit)
Think crispy like kettle chips
Quarters and halves, spin class how I peddle shit
Need a bib, the Beretta spit (The Beretta spit)
Yo' bitch lift up when I tug on her panties
On the block, sellin' rock, in every nook and cranny
Tryna feed my family, 'til they apprehend me
Uh, listen
I gotta lotta spots here, alopecia (Alopecia)
Do community service, with this street sweeper
Dressed in all white like a beekeeper (A beekeeper)
Who needs Easter? (Who needs Easter?)
These bunnies want they eggs fertilized (Fertilized)
Maybe later; Anita Baker, I apologize (I apologize)
It's a coincidence, how events coincide
But nevertheless, my coins have arrived
In search of Oasis (Oasis)
Strivin' for greatness (For greatness)
Step on the work in my Asics (Uh)
Diluted, duplicated, copy-pasted
Drop it in water and baste it, in my apron
Life is but a dream, I'm just tryna make it
Bruiser!
