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[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

And now, coming down the aisle

Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-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, motherfucker's a snake bit

I spray the whip, make you take a shit

I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs

Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge

Take him to where Satan lives

Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, bitch

I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit

Uh, Baklava never salty

Yo bitch, get the fuck 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

Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons

[Break: Hologram & Action Bronson]

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 motherfucker do the Dutty Wine

Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind

That shit is fire, yo, my bad

Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad

Go 'head

[Verse 2: Hologram]

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 shits

I wouldn't hit your bitch, she smell like fish and grits

Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness

I'm the weed man to that bitch you got a crush on

I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my fuck on

S550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes

Every bitch pussy to me is only one size

And she my little fuck thang

I eat the pussy like a mukbang, let my nuts hang

I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging

Your side bitch and main bitch call me their husband (I hate both of them)

You microdose while you wifing hoes

I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes

Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose

[Outro]

Turbo, Turbo, Turbo