Action Bronson - Big League Chew lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson] Yeah.. Might have to lay down on the floor for this one, son... I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone... [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone It's that Monte Carlo flooded with the weed smoke The rifle to the peephole, free throw Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show Uh, my clique is so nuts Big sh** to lift you like a triple-toe lutz In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust Keep a thing that won't rust There's no trust Rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints After I'm high and disgraced, only a lion remains Flying from a tropical escape "Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate (Well, I'll give it a 9.3) I'm the hottest sh** since B2K My Russian barber gave me the see-through fade Drunk-driving on a Thursday Already told you, with this money, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson) [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah I got an old soul and young legs I'm like a good horse Wood splash on the floor, that's for decor That's from the tour Above the law A half a million in the wall Bought a painting of the Great Dane Bought the d** in front a A-Frame Flashbacks of riding on the A-Train Getting s**ed between the cars by a Guatemalan She started humming on em, honey wildin', uh Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat On the French boat, till I'm dead broke I got the sh** locked in a deadbolt Go get your f**ing sh**, baby, let's go I might never see rain again I might never see pain again I might never see snow again Picture my mother, say motherf**er keep going in Uh, The stars all align now Oh, these cars I'mma buy now Oh, these b**hes I'mma f**, too You ain't gotta like me, f** you