Estaciones (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 S550 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 bitch 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 noses Turbo, Turbo, Turbo