Christian Mason - Broccoli lyrics

[Intro: XP] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** [Verse 1: Tim Saunders] Somebody told me they ain't never seen This much buzz around a teen since JoJo More Heat than D-Wade in a heat wave But my sh** still cold like Fro-Yo And they hating cause they only doing so-so Looking at me sideways, XP's logo Yeah you got bars, but n***as need flow tho #1 Draft Pick and y'all ain't even go pro Wait up, hold it now, they gone tell me slow my sh** down Look at all these plays I get now, play my sh** And they can't sit down, nope They'll be jumping like they Jordan Zack LaVine and Aaron Gordon I be saucing cause my flow is A1, yes it's that important I made my mixtape and n***as run it back (God damn, God damn) Ya mixtape got a fee, I want my money back (God damn, God damn) "Don't Wanna Fall In Love", they was loving that Off "100 Bucks", I should've made a hundred stacks They say they proud of me, they say I'm a prodigy Man this sh** is just for fun but please don't think it's Comedy, cause When it comes pesos, I don't Plato, I ain't Socrates They asking how to get green like us, just tell em eat they Broccoli, God damn [Hook: XP] In the middle of the party b**h get off me In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli Ya I know your baby mama fond of me YAll she want to do is smoke that broccoli Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me Said that I can get that p**y easily Said that I can hit that sh** so greasily I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily [Bridge: XP] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** [Verse 2: XP] May have made my bed up but I never left her b**h I'm only cashing checks in with the best investors Young and reckless but I learned my lesson He rock a halo like the heavens sent him my flow is evervesant I know Timmy would be mad if I ain't snap here No job making no MULA like its last year Young thot racing to my Uber like my pads near Stationed in aruba with some shooters like I'm booling And any n***a perusing tryna catch a consumer Know a couple grease monkeys put a tool through ya cooler Serial k**ers raising bands take 2 move to just scoop her To any n***as raising hands better hope that I'm schooling Keep her wet like a scuba So why would you ever tread light with me? Nappy hair why would you ever pick a fight with me? They stop and stare but the camera don't frighten me They know what I could be (The best ever n***a) [Hook: XP] In the middle of the party b**h get off me In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli Ya 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 p**y easily Said that I can hit that sh** so greasily I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily [Bridge: XP] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh**