Retch - Burgundy Windbreaker lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] f** the game up Like [Verse 1] These cats talking designer, little n***a, but I've been fly Versace burger with the Ferragamo French fries It's I, Gucci milk shake in a b**h face, such a rich taste I'm moving straight past home and took it to fifth base Where I pitch base Make a fiend touch his heels with the back of his neck Human origami, don't mind him, he off the Bobby Give him five and he be begging for more In my off, I smoke the weed by the shore The water crashing in, sh** is ravishing And compliment to the cumulus over pa**ing 'em And take the freshest breath, sh** is picturesque It make me think 'bout moms Pull out my phone slide to unlock and I send a text Love you en route to d**h And since my phone out, might as well try to get at Steph She got the nicest breasts, and the cutest tongue I'm tryna to get acquainted We k** time through crimes, her feelings manifested And if you get arrested, I got the bail money My mans is freebasing H, and it smell funny k**ing my wave, I'm just tryna smoke my pot And I try to tell 'em chill, but his noggin' like a rock I'm on the block, Ralph Lauren to my socks Javelin' jump in the drop, car read me the mission brief As I'm breaking down this fifty piece They making off with the coke and some stolen diamonds On a pimped out ship to the Cayman Islands Sailor man from the English basin The indicator blip reveal location Got my gun and my la**o , stash the blunt in my afro Look in the mirror press my brows Key in the ignition, lick my lips, and then we out Tracker said we headed south I dirt road it for a quicker route Pulled off full speed, parallel to the vessel Telescope embedded in the bezel And who do I see, Gutierrez with his face in a Ki So pissed, I almost totaled the V Road quote on the sign, whiz right through it, left it at nine Hit the nitrous because I'm running out of time Tires screeching, took off in the smoke Drive off of the cliff, land up to the boat Flip out the whip for a crash landed And took out nine cats bare handed Retrieve the coke in a briefcase With the diamonds held for keep safe But I ain't finished yet, chase Gutierrez to the upper deck Swing the la**o catch him by the neck Hogtie 'em in the pretzlette Piss on 'em for the disrespect Kick him right in the f**ing chest Then throw him overboard to his d**h Like, uh Throw him overboard to his d**h, now he's fish food (Interlude) [Verse 2] Don't even write, I spit the message from the dude above I need the Wi-Fi to do the d** It's getting out of hand, save a hoe and get her out the jam But let her know I couldn't be her man Cause my life is wild, f** around, I might have a child I lost my mind when I touched the ounce But shot a dice abroad, Polo outfit to entice your broad She s**ed my dick and now she living large And I'm just being modest, look at my face, I'm such a humble guy For thousand dollars worth of humble pie I stuffed my face over a equestrian plate It's only ten I ever made in the states I got a set of eight Spit the pie on the floor and tell the cleaning lady get the mop And drop some more like "you missed a spot" She know she need me so she keep quiet Sleep in the basement and she keep crying Hear it at night through the floor vent She old and white, that's revenge for my foreman Indentured servant, make it sound good I'm in your hood with out-of-town goods I mix the white with the brown goods Up in the Bay it's called Belushi I trade the d** for the couchie And she looks good, her mouth don't got no open sores I f** with Ki's, cause keys always open doors I'm in the P's, the building with the pissy floors It's Porter, n***a