[Action Bronson]
Uh
Waxy
Smoking that Barbara Walters wax
Same f**ing outfit twenty days in a row I don't give a sh**
[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
You only came around ‘cause you thought I had some money for you
You got it f**ed up
That's for the kids
And If there's anything left I'll cop a crib
And If there's anything left after that I'll cop a six
How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates?
First course was from the Finger Lakes
Last course cinnamon ginger cake
She gave me head during the Laker game
I got her tatted, trying to erase her name
No, I caught her cheating, her p**y didn't feel the same
She was probably with one of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can't talk about that though…
Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans
Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs
f**
f** man
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd
Uh
[Verse 2 - Action Bronson]
Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna miss the finger roll right'
f**
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?'
Yes Mr. Baklava
Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car
[Action Bronson]
*trails into laughter
sh**!
Its too crazy right?
Yo
Its just f**ing nuts
We just talking crazy at this point
[Verse 3 - Action Bronson]
I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?'
Yes, Mr. Baklava
Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car
Now I'm, sliding
Ma, your boy has made it, no more
Crying
The facial reminiscent of a lion
f** around I'll send you back to zion
And I ain't even trying
Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks
I remember back when they wouldn't spend a stack on my rap
Now they want to wipe my a** in the crack after I shat
And I just had corn beef hash
Ew…
[Verse 4 - Big Body Bes]
Yeah
It's me
Motherf**ing Big Body
I'm back for the f**ing sequel, man
You know I had come and to spice this sh** the f** up
Mr. f**in Sazon himself
I'm over here f**ing wiling
A lot of sh** done motherf**ing changed now
Motherf**ers done came up
Whole lot of different motherf**ing moves are being made
You know what time it motherf**ing is
So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
All types of sh**
The motherf**ing crib is renovated, man
All types of fly sh**
I got the new f**ing marble floor, man
That sh** is imported
We just flew that sh** in from Connecticut
Motherf**ers is out here spinning stupid sh**
But you know me, man
Same motherf**ing body
I'm out here wiling like I never changed man
This the same motherf**er you know me, man
'98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
It's me man
The last car on the f**ing A train man
I f**ing live this sh**
Done came up
Pockets was always swole
Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man
Fill them up like the f**ing gas tank
God, man
Psssht
Shout-outs to my f**ing brother, man, Action Bronson, man
We out here, man
We motherf**ing out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherf**ing few more things that's what to say
sh** is f**ing crazy, man
I'm out here smoking good, man
f**ing pocket, f**ing stupid, f**ing blunt pack with that up-town piff
Shouts to all my motherf**ing Dominicans out there in the Heights
All of that, 172, 174
Wiling
You already know, man
Nah, I don't even want a motherf**ing ounce, B
Give me motherf**ing 40 dimes
That's how I want it
In a brown f**ing bag
Yeah, tato Papi, that's how we doing it, big f**ing style, man
And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my f**ing arm
That's how I do it, man
Wipe it with the f**ing hundred dollar bill
I'm out here wiling man
My name Big f**ing Body
Shouts to motherf**ing Albania
Shouts to East New York
Shouts to Lindenwood
Shouts to motherf**ing Flushing
Shouts to the motherf**ing Bronx, man
All f**ing day I'm out here wiling, man
Eagles up