Midget Cough

[Intro: Action Bronson]

Yeah

It's me

I'm here

Swerve

Light it

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Yo

I'm on the PCH, smokin' THC

With the team, money be the dream

I take it multicolor, baby, it ain't gotta be green

On the other side of earth with the queen, I'm from Queens

Shit, 3 different types of forks for a Monday lunch

Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump

Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts

We rock medallions and such

Don't even step within six feet of my presence

Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, Fresh pepper

Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott

Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit

If these opportunities arose before, we would've been had it

Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic

I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I've even shatted

Then sat in it, sadly

Two things, about to cop a few rings

And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling

Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust

Seats soft like a midget's cough

[Interlude: Action Bronson]

(*coughs*)

Yeah, let's hear that fly shit

(*coughs*)

Yeah, man

Oh fuck

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

I never thought that this could be my life

Russian mistress and Parisian wife

Always seasoned rice, the animals you find in the jungle on the table sculpted in ice

Throw the dice

Leg drop after a big boot

1, 2, 3, it's over, slide in the mint coupe

Dive out the chopper in the water, uh

No splash, Olympic shit

Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit

Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip

Motherfucka I was born to live

And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids

It's me