Broccoli

[Intro] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that fuck shit [Hook] In the middle of the party, bitch get off me In the cut I'm rollin' up my broccoli Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me All she want to do is smoke that broccoli Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me Said that I can get that pussy easily Said that I can hit that shit so greasily I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily [Bridge] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that fuck shit Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that fuck shit [Verse 2] I got companies and Pesos, I got people on my payroll She don't do it 'less I say so, I don't smoke if it ain't fuego I should sauce 'em up like Prego, fettucini with Alfredo All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega I was 5 or 7 years old when I had told myself, "Okay you're special" But I treat you like my equal, never lesser I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record Had the world steppin', that's what I call epic Couple summers later, I got paper I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel With the capers on a square plate At the restaurant with the why-you-gotta-stare face To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass Rapper face, dread headed Golden diamond teeth wearin' They just mad cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy Turnt up in the party gettin' lit to Yachty With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami [Outro] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that fuck shit Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that fuck shit