Benzoylmethylecgonine

Lyrics

[Intro: Estee Nack] (Woah), ayo, yo Doot-doot, oh (Huh) Ayo (Wah), nigga, Nackman (Bojo) Nackie Chan, nigga (Pasón) Yo (Oh) Ayo (Ayo) [Verse 1: Estee Nack] Versace silk shirt wavy, slacks are Gucci (Fly) Bags of lucci, catch me skatin' with a couple bad bitches, son, Kristi Yamaguchi (Skrrt) I ain't lettin' you hit the package, pookie, truly, your tracks are dookey (Trash) Would I take ass from a groupie? Absolutely (Yeah) This sound like made in Tokyo, nigga, shoot me Never took a Uber, always had the Benzo Burner with the laser beamin' extended, I couldn't tell you what it's like in the friendzone (Nah) Nigga, you came in the Elantra, I came in a Enzo (Woah) That explain it as far as trends go (Yeah) Newbie niggas is settin' standards (Uh-huh), paparazzi pull out expensive cameras Clickin', flashin' (Woah), flip a brick, droppin' half of the chips A vast catalogue, yeah, that's God, yo (God) Hit you like Bob Rock, catch it like Sandy Alomar, earn your first battle scar Gas a bitch up, make her my avatar (She mine now) On the smoke and flavors, my voice sound like Adolfo Aguilar [Interlude: Hus KingPin] Yeah, huh-uh, yeah [Chorus: Hus KingPin] I'm bendin' my dreams That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple (Hah) Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens (Uh-huh) That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs, uh Huh, I'm bendin' my dreams (Hah) That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple (Hmm) Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens (Yo, yo) That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs (Uh-huh, uh) [Verse 2: Hus KingPin] I stuff the clip in your bitch, so she a shooter (Uh) I slap her hooters, hundred thousand Rolex drips, that's for my cougar (Ah) Courtesy of the slut-walker, the wave-talker (Uh) I leave your face on the steps of your walk-up That's a brown chrome shootin' up your brownstone [Interlude 2: Hus KingPin] C'mon, man C'mon, son, it's Wave Lord 300.000 (It's Wave Lord) Y'all niggas sound wild fragile, uh (Winners) [Verse 3: Hus KingPin] Poppin' wheelies while I'm gun-wheelin' (Ah), top-billin', uh Yo, meet me at the top, my cavalier, yo, Fortes I need the battle snares (What?), that warlord slap (Huh-uh) These niggas made the same album back-to-back (I'm tired) Suicide laps on the track, gun in my lap And drop the top down so niggas can see us (Woop) Can't duplicate the Wave Jesus, word to my nucka Caesar And peace to Mark, uh, you know I got you (Uh) These niggas don't move like me, it's not a drop of loyalty It's only, "Yo, yo, yo, can you do more for me?" I birthed you niggas, all y'all rappers got my last name (Word) Y'all niggas never did nothing yourself (Uh-uh) I swooped down, waved up, product bullet bounce, uh (Hah) I put all y'all niggas on top shelf (Huh-uh) 'Til the day time melts, I'm movin' that Lionel It's Wavo, slime, you know me well, uh [Chorus: Hus KingPin] Huh-uh, I'm bendin' my dreams That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs, Wavo, uh [Outro: Hus KingPin] It's Wave Lord 300, 300.000 Huh-uh-uh-uh, Winners, Winner season Slime Wave, hah Ayo, Wavo Niggas cannot fuck with you sonically Niggas wish they could kick it like us Get hoes like us, do wavy shit just like us Ahahaha