Lyrics
What you got, man?
I need some shit to take a motherfucking cop out the sky (look)
Truth or dare (dare) for niggas that'll shoot the square (uh)
Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair (uh)
Bust a move, make a shoe tear (uh)
Take off your ear like a souvenir, swing from the chandelier (right, nigga)
Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair (yeah)
Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air
Split your pear for the wristwear
Yeah, the kid is a pistolier (yo)
Yo, diamond choker (uh), we bonded at the Ponderosta
Islamic culture, put the copper in the toaster (uh)
Pot smoker (smoker), drive the Rover with the silent motor (shh)
Mama, I'm vulgar, my persona got the fly aroma (catch me lackin')
Catch me on stage rappin' in Jamaican accent (bombaclot)
Bang a actress from Moreno to Anglo-Saxon (uh)
Display the axes, twin nickel-plated ratchets
The rainbow Rolls radioactive
Uh, with the tramp, daddy gallivant
Break the marrow like a aloe plant
We came gallant in the caravan, the Smith & Wesson be the mallet brand
You tend to extend the olive branch
All my niggas hustle digital scales, Cazals
The fish scale color Kevin McHale
Lift the veil where the pelicans sail, the black MAC-11 is held
You either go to Heaven or Hell, motherfucker
Truth or dare for niggas that'll shoot the square
Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair
Bust a move, make a shoe tear
Take off your ear like a souvenir, swing from the chandelier (yeah)
Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair (fuckboy)
Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air (woo)
Split your pear for the wristwear (Long Island, nigga)
Yeah, the kid is a pistolier
Tighten the knot (uh), nights at the dock
Shot at the livestock, the top of the thermometer pop (uh)
One monkey don't make the show stop, we plot over the stovetop
Sip Coronas (mm), lift the Dakota with the shoulder stock
Mazola pop in the pan, pop a clan, chop the tan (tan)
The king's head was propped on the stand
Feeding at the Garden of Eden, I'm a heathen
Two fifths in my bitch cleavage, it's the completion
Script a jewel sitting by the pool, mate with the Goddess
Light the chronic with a flame from a comet (woo)
Plant the seed (seed), I'm limping like Willis Reed
Move at a pimp speed to bend trees (uh)
The little dream make the triple beam lean
Lit up a stick of nicotine
Got me ducking ten-speed and Ben Vereen (uh)
Pen the text (text), pinky rest in the crystal meth
Tickle the trigger with the index, press
Truth or dare for niggas that'll shoot the square
Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair
Bust a move, make a shoe tear
Take off your ear like a souvenir, swing from the chandelier
Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair
Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air
Split your pear for the wristwear
Yeah, the kid is a pistolier
Uh
Ain't know I could pop a cap that easy
Blaow
That whole room lit up
And went silent
