Raiden - Buchanan lyrics

[Verse 1: Oddyssey] Who the f** am I? O-to-the-dizzy b**h You ain't a 90's kid, if yous born in '96 We going triple platinum, they ridin' on my dick Yo b**h looking thirsty, I buy her a lemon brisk Brown liquor and I'm feasting on some lobster bisque Bathing Ape attire, how can these who*es resist? I'm so beautiful, it's perfect how my face look Your girl middle name is Taylor Gang on Facebook [Verse 2: Raiden] Oh sh**, these n***as coming back for another kidnapping Your boys and your dad and your mother Run up in your crib with a gat and my brother Out our muhf**ing way you getting slapped muhf**a Get away in the back, all black muhf**a Wood on the dash with the mag sitting under Hop out the whip (?) Why you looking like that? You just mad cause they love us [Hook x2] Buchanan, my name is Tom Buchanan b**hes get to talking and my hand It gets to smacking Buchanan, they call me Tom Buchanan Sippin' brown liquor mayne, I'm so damn extravagant [Verse 3: Oddyssey] "Dude I'm so drunk" Yeah, f** your tribe s*ut Yo b**h into panties and I bet she's vibing us 12 gallons of premium grey tiger blood And, Bianca ain't even as live as us [Verse 4: Raiden] Listen here dumb n***a It ain't rapping and sh** While I'm grabbing and 'tacking and smacking a b**h I'm an a** (?) I ain't ask what you think All I ask you, you b**h Is show us some tits Now which f** n***a in here don't understand sh** When I'm spitting it clear Splitting this girl Get it in from the rear And I won't stop 'till the b**h shed a tear Yeah, I know it sounds real cruel But I don't give a f** because it sounds real cool Got something to say? Well then b**h n***a say it (?) when I'm b**h n***a spraying Your mixtape dropped? Well I ain't heard it Or dissed y'all n***as because y'all ain't worth it n***as trying test but they ain't heard a verse yet I'm just waiting 'till the day we versus [Verse 5: Oddyssey] Pretty n***a, long hair like Rapunzel Pretty b**h, I do your girlfriend like a puzzle She get around the whole team, call her muzzle I keep a leash and a bourbon in the duffle Thirty-five trillion, my swag is infinite That's camouflage, everything is called militant God of the trap, everything legitimate High cla**, call me Mr. Sophisticate Back in this motherf**a (?) Well uh, 118 on my jacket (?) Can't understand, need some captions (?) Major n***a, f** your faction [Hook] Buchanan, my name is Tom Buchanan b**hes get to talking and my hand It gets to smacking Buchanan, they call me Tom Buchanan Sippin' brown liquor mayne, I'm so damn extravagant [Oddyssey] "Dude I'm so drunk" "My girlfriend says I gotta go home" "Major 118, do you know the way to Fresno?" Yeah, f** your tribe