Brock Lesnar

I saw that boy and he froze Cock back and let the hammer go Bitch my grass is greener put a fence up for the dogs We got the hose I get my diamonds straight from Jupiter I might go and devil that bitch egg I feel like lucifer She blow my horn like Gillespie Came in with the 223s C.O.P.'s can't arrest me You know better than to test me Hollowed out my tips and I'm splitting em' like the red sea Double down, blick up, stiff when yo bitch suck Armored the sprinter van if you shooting I ain't waking up I'm steady sleeping on you pussies Cause they acting like the knew me At the most I might go pipe a couple groupies Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charge Push up in a tank, bitch we took the charge Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charges All my watch bezels (yeah) Go- Audemars my vision 2023 in some chargers Yeah I hit the spot unlike a bad bitch parking Run 100 miles around you like David Goggins I'm the captain of this shit move like Bri Larson Knew you got around mask slippin Straps they thin enough I see that hoe it can't be hidden Chest got me thinkin if I'm hittin I may or not I cut the ribbon I was put on this earth, to seek and destroy and to hurt people Ridin with the chicken ima jockey with the bows Brock Lesner I'm a champ in the post Leave him in the past Christmas he the ghost Gs belt buckle 'preme on the coat If we got a problem it get settled San Piper Green things protect I'm a striker Green things got the bag I ain't a hiker Push up with the fleet and I command Will Riker Face blunts pass a lighter Bitch don't listen, Tyson Mike em' Fang tips fly through from the Viper Hollows to the back I put two wings on it like Chrysler Best I ever had but bitch you smell like shit I dun copped a bag and dropped my hoe I went from singles counting seven digits (seven digits) I count a Millie like the Richard on my wrist He was talking goofy sent my dogs to run a blitz Money smelling horrible spraying these pussies down I been rolling with some Steelers like Antonio Brown Yeah my homies quick to blast You were deep into the books I was trapping and skipping class Money spread covered up the page I'm dyslexic I been chasing bags and yo pockets look anorexic Say she wanted shotgun, bitch that's where the TEC sits Im gon make it painless he won't feel it when the TEC hits