"Senzu Bean" lyrics
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Fuck, huh, shit, damn, huh
Shooter Super Saiyan, he'll pop you like a Senzu Bean
Brodie OT road running, he a rental fiend (Whew)
Bitch, I'm charged up (Brr), shit, times two
Feel like Mac and Devin, I was blowed back in high school
Tryna fight like Gohan? We'll blow him like some hot food
Found out she was fucking, that shit hurt him like a tattoo
She suck it and leave it a mess, she like a messy eater
You only paid me for the method, not to be a teacher
Catch yo baby, we gon' hit him in his Cocomelon
We be loading Glockies, y'all be going to the popo, telling
Say he got some demons? He don't know no felons
We ain't got no manners, hunnid dollar plates at Fogo, yelling
We gon' knock you down in .2 if you show your weapon
Shot his legs off for being tough, it ain't no more stepping
Hit the club and I'll start a storm like the Crooked Man
Three of Wocky shut my body down like I took a Xan'
Bad bitches on me 'cause my pockets filled with Piccolo
Give me 'bout another year and you'll see me blow
Plugged in like a LAN cable, I won't lag out
Told my bitch to change her clothes 'cause her ass out
You be Slowpoking to the pape', I took the fast route
Thirty dangle out the Glocky, dummy, I don't jab now
I ain't Gunna but I'm pushing penis down these bitches' throats
Detergent in this dirty cup but unc' ain't wash the dishes though
I got some Quagen in my pop, you sipping Piccolo (Wow)
The mail here, I told my bitch to go and get the door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Unky stabbed off and touched down with some O.J.'s (Sensei)
They tryna block our shine like some sun shades
Punches really hit, I call 'em "Luke Cage"
Your punches don't hit, they just like Hercules
It's two-twenty on the dash, man, I gotta speed
If I ain't talking shit, I'm talking guapanese
Mike Amiri's now, high school, it was the Robin jeans
Say it's up? Chopsticks to your cerebellum
Once upon a time in the booth, he be fairy tale-ing
(Boy) He be capping, all his raps fiction (Cap)
It ain't no traction on this bitch, I got the 'Cat twisted
7.62s hit his ass and leave him backflipping (Woo)
Akhi in the spot, in the kitchen, probably crack whipping (Whew)
I can show you how to do it, feel like Master Roshi
On the web punching shit, I kinda feel like Tobey
Caught a opp out at church and we left him holy
In a room full of winners, where the fuck our trophy?
All these motherfucking commas in the bank (Beep)
I got Glocky, you know akhi got the Drac' (Grrah)
"Where the fuck is Stan? ", probably in the Bay
Gang tripping in LA, thinking Mase' or the Wraith
Bag on the way, I'm finna meet Ghazi in the Bay
Bitch a demon, pulled up sloppy-woppy in the face
Bro ain't leave no witness, bet he finna beat the case
Eat me like it's dinner, don't forget to say yo grace
Exotic weapons, I can pop him with the Tommy or the K
All these motherfucking giffies, bitch, I'm jollier than Saint
Jollier than Saint Nick
Trackhawk or Hellcat when we race whips, bitch
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song
Fuck, huh, shit, damn, huh
Shooter Super Saiyan, he'll pop you like a Senzu Bean
Brodie OT road running, he a rental fiend (Whew)
Bitch, I'm charged up (Brr), shit, times two
Feel like Mac and Devin, I was blowed back in high school
Tryna fight like Gohan? We'll blow him like some hot food
Found out she was fucking, that shit hurt him like a tattoo
She suck it and leave it a mess, she like a messy eater
You only paid me for the method, not to be a teacher
Catch yo baby, we gon' hit him in his Cocomelon
We be loading Glockies, y'all be going to the popo, telling
Say he got some demons? He don't know no felons
We ain't got no manners, hunnid dollar plates at Fogo, yelling
We gon' knock you down in .2 if you show your weapon
Shot his legs off for being tough, it ain't no more stepping
Hit the club and I'll start a storm like the Crooked Man
Three of Wocky shut my body down like I took a Xan'
Bad bitches on me 'cause my pockets filled with Piccolo
Give me 'bout another year and you'll see me blow
Plugged in like a LAN cable, I won't lag out
Told my bitch to change her clothes 'cause her ass out
You be Slowpoking to the pape', I took the fast route
Thirty dangle out the Glocky, dummy, I don't jab now
I ain't Gunna but I'm pushing penis down these bitches' throats
Detergent in this dirty cup but unc' ain't wash the dishes though
I got some Quagen in my pop, you sipping Piccolo (Wow)
The mail here, I told my bitch to go and get the door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Unky stabbed off and touched down with some O.J.'s (Sensei)
They tryna block our shine like some sun shades
Punches really hit, I call 'em "Luke Cage"
Your punches don't hit, they just like Hercules
It's two-twenty on the dash, man, I gotta speed
If I ain't talking shit, I'm talking guapanese
Mike Amiri's now, high school, it was the Robin jeans
Say it's up? Chopsticks to your cerebellum
Once upon a time in the booth, he be fairy tale-ing
(Boy) He be capping, all his raps fiction (Cap)
It ain't no traction on this bitch, I got the 'Cat twisted
7.62s hit his ass and leave him backflipping (Woo)
Akhi in the spot, in the kitchen, probably crack whipping (Whew)
I can show you how to do it, feel like Master Roshi
On the web punching shit, I kinda feel like Tobey
Caught a opp out at church and we left him holy
In a room full of winners, where the fuck our trophy?
All these motherfucking commas in the bank (Beep)
I got Glocky, you know akhi got the Drac' (Grrah)
"Where the fuck is Stan? ", probably in the Bay
Gang tripping in LA, thinking Mase' or the Wraith
Bag on the way, I'm finna meet Ghazi in the Bay
Bitch a demon, pulled up sloppy-woppy in the face
Bro ain't leave no witness, bet he finna beat the case
Eat me like it's dinner, don't forget to say yo grace
Exotic weapons, I can pop him with the Tommy or the K
All these motherfucking giffies, bitch, I'm jollier than Saint
Jollier than Saint Nick
Trackhawk or Hellcat when we race whips, bitch
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song
