"Estaciones" lyrics
(feat. Hologram)
And now coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon
Motherfucker's a snake pit
I spray the whip, make him take a shit
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips so chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dog, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet 'cause I'm with the shits
I wouldn't hit your bitch, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that bitch you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my fuck on
That's 550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes
Every bitch pussy to me is only one size
And she my little fuck thang
I eat the pussy like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging
Your side and main bitch call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through their nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon
Motherfucker's a snake pit
I spray the whip, make him take a shit
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips so chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dog, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet 'cause I'm with the shits
I wouldn't hit your bitch, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that bitch you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my fuck on
That's 550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes
Every bitch pussy to me is only one size
And she my little fuck thang
I eat the pussy like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging
Your side and main bitch call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through their nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
