Zambezi

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

My 8x12s considered porno (Sex)

Grip the semi-auto

I don't have any morals

All my jewelries thoughtful

640 four door sports coupe

Burberry waterproof, Boss moves

Workers fertilized along with horse poo (That's that shit)

Lawyers like Cochran

Run in your thot rocking a cock ring

Break the box spring

Dye the fox pink

Cameos with Cameo

The ladies throw panties (Ow)

This feel like New Edition

Candy Girl minus the wet Jheri curl

The black Led Zeppelin

My Nazi sled go from zero to sixty in less than six seconds

This shit was destinеd

Flicking ashes out the Hummer

Kicking assеs, taking numbers

Stickin’ ratchets, breaking rubbers

This is crack we play the oven

Kidnap niggas' baby mothers

Maybe others, way the mac

Spray your black Mercedes bumper

Pump the shotty, cock the body slumped, dump one

Snatched his link

This shit was slum like Brian Pumpers (Shit dumb fake)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Shit, my heart is frigid, I'm an art exhibit (Gorgeous)

Crashed the boat, that's just a part of living

My soul descendants from the heavens

And I'm pretty sure I've been here before 'cause I can feel it

When the wolves screams my eyes turn black and I can't feel shit

Spin the wheel, Skip, quick like a spinning heel kick

There's only so much that I can deal with

Turn 'em to the veal strips

You'll have to learn braille, shit

I don't know about no jail shit

I'm talking to the pilot about the tail wind

Look at this brand I built hand and wheel

I should've played the point guard at Vanderbilt

Standing still, just hand me the pill

Drive a white van in Amityville

When I hopped out they like it can't be real

Well ancient astronaut theory speak clearly about my origin

And I ain't talkin' 'bout Oregon

I'm 'bout to go on tour again

So buy your tickets and fly your bitch in

Fry the chicken

Play me five feet, a wise decision