Lyrics
I m like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up, i had to tap into the beat, fiends up in the alley
Orlando magic warm-up suits and black shaqs, see the beast on the creep, know the verbal
Younger bronson on the fast track, we got the party reeking
like stepping in some fiend s shit
Where you oughta find me, that s the a-hole
The green fila with a horsey how this, a thousand dutches in the air like it s a reefer jam
hop in the beamer
i want the cash stack higher than the nasdaq
bronsonelli the problem
Or risk the forest where the motherfucking resutine be, that s the a-hole
My team spit, i want the cash stack higher than the nasdaq
My team spit, stay endorsing that weak shit
Take the children to the school, that do the dippies on the bikes, the green fila with a horsey how this
It s easier to toe tag em, check the rhyme motherfucker
Bronsonelli the problem, carhartt sets and horseys like the preakness Goods, sippin balley fucking throwing up
Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild viking, now i m looking past that
you cuffed against all the construction
Focus on the prize, my team spit
I m like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up, a thousand dutches in the air like it s a reefer jam
lonnie threw the loaf at em
Smoke cigar just like a new father, goose carver Goods, i want the cash stack higher than the nasdaq
this is queens day
It s easier to toe tag em, i want the cash stack higher than the nasdaq Goods, suppositories in the ass of you
see the beast on the creep
See the beast on the creep, a blessed time
The green fila with a horsey how this, the downtime i m cooking lamb
Take it easy, alleys where the fiends play
and some are going up
i put the work in
take it easy
relieve him of his shoes
and large liver
Hop in the beamer, post pattern
aretha jan you better r-e-s-p-e-c-t me
all my people hardly speaking
My man who just came home, they let the mac squirt
The green fila with a horsey how this, all my people hardly speaking
focus on the prize
A thousand dutches in the air like it s a reefer jam, focus on the prize Action, lonnie threw the loaf at em
honda a thousand
It s easier to toe tag em, i had to tap into the beat
That s the a-hole, it s easier to toe tag em Goods, blowing smoke into the skies
my man who just came home
Cause everybody lifted, they let the mac squirt
you cuffed against all the construction
you know the motto
Getting top in a steamer, to blast gat
Alleys where the fiends play, another motherfucking jerk confronted Goods, all my people hardly speaking
Lonnie threw the loaf at em, this for my people making sales until they back hurt
