Broccoli

[Intro]

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

[Hook]

In the middle of the party, bitch get off me

In the cut I'm rollin' up my broccoli

Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that pussy easily

Said that I can hit that shit so greasily

I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily

[Bridge]

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 2]

I got companies and Pesos, I got people on my payroll

She don't do it 'less I say so, I don't smoke if it ain't fuego

I should sauce 'em up like Prego, fettucini with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega

I was 5 or 7 years old when I had told myself, "Okay you're special"

But I treat you like my equal, never lesser

I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world steppin', that's what I call epic

Couple summers later, I got paper

I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the why-you-gotta-stare face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face, dread headed

Golden diamond teeth wearin'

They just mad cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party gettin' lit to Yachty

With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami

[Outro]

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit