Hannibal Buress - NaNa lyrics

[Produced by brandUn DeShay] [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Introducin' Chance the Ruthless, trip 'shrooms and lucy Dreams is lucid, loosely based on music, swallow my mucus Hope your p**y get herpes and yo' a** get lupus Deuces Douches, deuce deuce I'll shoot ya (BANG) Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha They be on bullsh** but they really don't do sh** They use of illusion could confuse Confucius Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy Last week suspended, last night kissed Va$htie Parleyed with Ashley, always in the hallway So I never been cla**y, (Ha ha ha) Shut up [Hook] Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na (Igh, igh, igh, igh!) [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Acid, Acid, get it? Acid melts through plastic, I spit fired Pad my palette, talkin' paper if this was work, I'd gethigher Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered Fart and get b**h-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack Lickety-split, Look it! He slipped on a shell From peelin' banana splits back, give me my Kit-Kat Don't break me off sh**, batch, fack is you mean b**h? Zan with that lean b**h, zan with that lean b**h Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin Ya kna wha' mean, hit me back when that mean sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Introducin', it's Bronsonlino With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino 3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino Lettin' trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (Get to the chopper!) I splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back Ain't no fumblin', in fact,I'm back, acid in my hat Shoot then pa** the gat It's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag My new shorty got a gymnastic back 87 emerald green on a cla**ic jag She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad She had the club foot, with that little arm I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on [Outro] s** my motherf**ing dick It's the young Randy Velarde Queens, baby Blow me