[Verse 1: Danny Brown] From the hood where them niggas pack fullys Turn an ounce of reg to a cutty Count money with a 10 deep flannel on SB's lookin' like they been painted on Jeans fittin' like they was made for me Your pants lookin' like, they was hand-me-downs from your Daddy Get at me, my fit worth a stacky I'm in a caddy getting head in the back seat Rubbin' on her yakki Then it start rainin', when I start cummin' So now I'm brainstorming, on how I'm gon' run it And yall like fags, pussy you don't want it Gosh darn it, got heat like furnace, and I raise it like thermostat Rollin' that Thundercat kush look like Panthro Heard you grab your ankles, take it in your manhole That's so disgusting, I think I just threw up in my mouth Can somebody pass me a towel? A wetnap or something? Nigga is you frontin'? I beat you in your face, now your head like a pumpkin Jack-O-Lantern, I'm Danny Tanner Watchin' that white girl, you a dry jheri curl You worthless piece of shit Your baby mama begged me to suck my dick And I ain't gon' let her, she look like Predator You a gay boy like David Archuleta Contra, where niggas pierce armor It's two niggas, two guns, blowin' out your conscience You see them chrome fourty-fours, in this bitch with thirty men Yall niggas know the code like...
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[Verse 2: Elzhi] Yo, when I write yall, I blackout like nightfall I'm never shitted on like that flight stall, that's quite small You wouldn't like me when I get gutter, it's the legit cutter And you ain't sharp enough to split butter I stack riches, throwin' niggas in black ditches You wack bitches, while you mixed up like when the track switches Hand on my nuts like my sac itches Lookin' like The Mack, hitting 'lac switches Hiding guns in my Abercrombie With a dime piece, gettin' more brain than a zombie Times 3, Ladies Love Cool J I need a bitch with more class than a school day I heard a fool say I wasn't in his top 3 Stepped off with a broke arm and a popped knee See me & Brown is no regular team We make the whole planet flip like Omega Supreme Yeah, make 'em hype, yo I murder with this tight flow You a typo, plus you suck like lypo I keep bodies hid, fuck a John Gotti bid Talk money, then we can chop it up like the Karate Kid But don't think I won't clap and merk 'em Infrared, beam 'em up, I will Captain Kirk 'em And turn 'em to a brainless dodo And break 'em both, legs one and two, like when Kane was solo I'm snatchin' up his chains and Polo, the flow's fitted To pose with it in the strangest photo I'm bumpin' blue genie, if your stacks is too teeny First you see me, and then you don't like I'm Houdini NiggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
