[Intro]
Uh, microphone check
[Chorus]
These folks ain't no block spinners, they mouth runners
I'm the top gunner, Maverick and Goose, goose feathers in my Loewe goose
Honey pussy was loose, but her mouth was tight
When timeout dropped crumbs, she ain't bite, she was frozen broccoli solid
I kept her books brolic
[Verse]
Algebraic, Aljamain Sterling, leg lock on the block
Three different spi-dots on the same bli-dock, is Uncle Tone still drinkin' that Murdoch?
I hope not, I'm befuddled
Had to bе the fiends, all you seen was white knucklеs
When my hand was no more good, I took off my belt and beat him with the buckle
His wife caught herself jumpin' in, so I beat 'em as a couple
If they Nagasaki, now I, I will emerge from the rubble
With my skin glowing and my teeth white, talkin' slick like, like
Al Bernstein at the fight like
Howard Cosell at the Thrilla in Manilla, the Rumble in the Jungle
This timepiece cost four hundred seventy bundles
You wasn't wearin' Coogis in the tunnel or Vances in the key
You see that light radiating off me like Bruce Leroy in his gi
I got a Bottega Veneta vendetta
Hands steady as a diamond setter
So when his hammer raise, it's gamma rays
I said I got a Bottega Veneta vendetta
Cashmere-and-silk-blend summer sweater
Over the boaty rugby
These fags is still facilitating fallacies
I'm a lone gunfighter makin' his way through the outer reaches of this lawless galaxy
Fly nigga speakin' a different language that's void of poverty
Talk frustration and anguish, whatever it is, deal with it
But look good doin' it
No oven mitt with the MAC-11, just a bottle of cold water for coolin' it
Eight grams of raw, if everyone grab a cut, I'm spoonin' it
Old-school nat got her body done, now she tryna trap a young nigga
I whisper in his ear like, "Don't fall in love, just have fun with her," Dante Culpepper
Vikings jerseys early, I'm talkin' before people just goin' to work
151 goin' berserk, we eleven packs in
Microphone check
Ayo, uh
[Chorus]
These folks ain't no block spinners, they mouth runners
I'm the top gunner, Maverick and Goose, goose feathers in my Loewe goose
Honey pussy was loose, but her mouth was tight
When timeout dropped crumbs, she ain't bite, she was frozen broccoli solid
I kept her books brolic, uh
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