"Broken Toilet" lyrics
(feat. BabyTron)
Shitty boys
Wadddlllttt, aye
Danny Zoo on the beat, Danny Zoo on the beat
Dog shit militia
Danny Z on the, wadddlllttt, aye
Bags under my eyes 'cause I've been up all night watching over the money
You know being broke a joke and you overly funny
I don't say slatt, put it in the yolk, them boys so runny
You know me and the plug's plug shoulders be rubbing
Shitting on them like a sick bird, no Nelly Furtado
My whole camp finna rock out like Demi Lovato
He on the wall like Renfest, tomato, tomato
You know I'm from the man, bitch, the home of Faygo's and potholes
Got a Greek gun, I don't even know how to use Apollo
30 on me, bitch, you guessed it, OG Maco
They say the sauce getting hot, I'mma go Diablo
Fuck that little 3.5 you rolled, this a OZ fronto
380's on me in New York, catch a sleepy Hollow
Bitch, I'm going pro regardless, Paul Hurtado
Why you rapping about some V-8's and that greasy Tahoe?
I might go old vibes and CPN a V and condo
White lies 'bout 911 but the Porsche-brown shit
Tron smoking in the stu will take a horse down
When I walk in, all rise like a courthouse
Hoe so wet, fuck the bed, we need floor towels
G-boy with the blue flame, bring the torch out
I'd rather kill a rich rat than love a poor mouse
Double, double every city check the board count
She dropped out of college, O.F and took the porn route
They were sleeping on me and they still snore loud
Went from chillin at the port hole to Scott Storch house
Deep in the burbs, barely got to lock doors now
My old head stepping on the work, Rock Port style
I miss my dawg he with the lord now
They say pressure bust pipes, not yours, go pop a cork out
We fucked up east, west, north, south
We might hit the north pole next time, militia tour-bound
My name Kosher, why the hell you brought the pork out?
I'll turn a whole recording camp into a whore house
Ain't no loose cannon but it got a thunderstorm sound
One finger away from a fist this my fourth stout
Brand new glizzy, I don't need to oil it
Shitty boys on the tour bus, somebody broke the toilet
By jellyfish in the wood, shit, I'm rolling poison
Up north, state troopers trip to avoid Sheboygan
She swallow bone broth chop with the stock metal
Tron got a banshee in the back, speaking of the devil
Hot as hell off the za but the shrooms freeze my mental
Every time we link up we reach another level
Shitty boys
Wadddlllttt, aye
Danny Zoo on the beat, Danny Zoo on the beat
Dog shit militia
Danny Z on the, wadddlllttt, aye
Bags under my eyes 'cause I've been up all night watching over the money
You know being broke a joke and you overly funny
I don't say slatt, put it in the yolk, them boys so runny
You know me and the plug's plug shoulders be rubbing
Shitting on them like a sick bird, no Nelly Furtado
My whole camp finna rock out like Demi Lovato
He on the wall like Renfest, tomato, tomato
You know I'm from the man, bitch, the home of Faygo's and potholes
Got a Greek gun, I don't even know how to use Apollo
30 on me, bitch, you guessed it, OG Maco
They say the sauce getting hot, I'mma go Diablo
Fuck that little 3.5 you rolled, this a OZ fronto
380's on me in New York, catch a sleepy Hollow
Bitch, I'm going pro regardless, Paul Hurtado
Why you rapping about some V-8's and that greasy Tahoe?
I might go old vibes and CPN a V and condo
White lies 'bout 911 but the Porsche-brown shit
Tron smoking in the stu will take a horse down
When I walk in, all rise like a courthouse
Hoe so wet, fuck the bed, we need floor towels
G-boy with the blue flame, bring the torch out
I'd rather kill a rich rat than love a poor mouse
Double, double every city check the board count
She dropped out of college, O.F and took the porn route
They were sleeping on me and they still snore loud
Went from chillin at the port hole to Scott Storch house
Deep in the burbs, barely got to lock doors now
My old head stepping on the work, Rock Port style
I miss my dawg he with the lord now
They say pressure bust pipes, not yours, go pop a cork out
We fucked up east, west, north, south
We might hit the north pole next time, militia tour-bound
My name Kosher, why the hell you brought the pork out?
I'll turn a whole recording camp into a whore house
Ain't no loose cannon but it got a thunderstorm sound
One finger away from a fist this my fourth stout
Brand new glizzy, I don't need to oil it
Shitty boys on the tour bus, somebody broke the toilet
By jellyfish in the wood, shit, I'm rolling poison
Up north, state troopers trip to avoid Sheboygan
She swallow bone broth chop with the stock metal
Tron got a banshee in the back, speaking of the devil
Hot as hell off the za but the shrooms freeze my mental
Every time we link up we reach another level
Shitty boys
