KOMPRESSOR

[Intro: Action Bronson]

Uh-huh (Uh-huh)

It's me (It's him)

(Who the fuck else?)

Aye, aye, aye (Come on, man)

(Squats) What a view, huh?

(Shoulders) What a fucking view

(Back) What a fucking view

(Neck) You know me

(Legs, legs)

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Always comin' through (Uh)

In other news, pullin' big bazookas out the bubble goose (Uh), huntin' for the truth (Huntin')

Rub somethin' to numb up my tooth (Uh)

Then wrap the robe around my waist and jump from the roof (Woo)

As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom

Man, how you tryna be a thug in front of the moon? (Come on, man)

And why you tryna pull the rug from up under the goon? (Come on, man)

I'm backstage doin' nunchucks (Uh)

Straight from Queens, Baklava, baby, one love (It's me)

Don't try to hit me with the fist bump, dawg (Nah)

I don't fuck with chipmunks (Uh-uh) actin' like they shit don't stunk (Uh)

I'm catchin' alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (That's a fuckin' sick dunk)

Triple-toe lutz (Uh)

And when I sing Ginuwine songs, these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)

Before forty, I'm tryna be ripped as fuck (Uh)

I purchased dick-sucks for forty bucks before (I did)

And that's a bargain if you ask me (It is)

I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it (Uh)

[Segue: Larry June & Action Bronsons]

That's it (That's it)

I need my motherfuckin' initials embroidered on every towel in this motherfucker

All Turkish cotton

Talk my shit

(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Verse 2: Larry June]

Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot (Damn), I'm Magnum P.I.

In this F8, whooped down but could've took the other drive

I'm lookin' at Alcatraz, drivin' two miles per hour

Fixed my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand

Stopped by the deli, she on the call, it's gon' be an hour

I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower

A four and a nickle in the stash spot when I slide

Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside

I hopped out lookin' like Shaft, I'm a whole mood

I'm dozin' off, countin' old hundreds in this vintage coupe

My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022

You fucked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie

My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watchin' Tubi

Poppin' wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my tomb

Recessed lights in my garage bouncin' off the paint

Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank

What's happenin'?

[Outro: Action Bronson]

[?], está fuego

Gracias, [?] gracias

Fucking fuego

Fire

Me gusta mucho esto

Woo