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And now coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherf**kin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon, motherf**ker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a sh*t
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherf**ker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, b*t*h
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as sh*t
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo b*t*h, get the f**k up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips all chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
B*t*h, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose, it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherf**ker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, sh*t, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That sh*t is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet 'cause I'm with the sh*ts
I wouldn't hit your b*t*h, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that b*t*h you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my f**k on
S550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes
Every b*t*h pu**y to me is only one size
And she my little f**k thang
I eat the pu**y like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging
Your side b*t*h and main b*t*h call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Accompanied by no-motherf**kin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon, motherf**ker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a sh*t
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherf**ker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, b*t*h
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as sh*t
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo b*t*h, get the f**k up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips all chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
B*t*h, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose, it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherf**ker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, sh*t, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That sh*t is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet 'cause I'm with the sh*ts
I wouldn't hit your b*t*h, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that b*t*h you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my f**k on
S550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes
Every b*t*h pu**y to me is only one size
And she my little f**k thang
I eat the pu**y like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging
Your side b*t*h and main b*t*h call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
