Zambezi

Uh, uh, uh, uh

My 8x12s considered porno
Grip the semi-auto
I don't have any morals, all my jewelry's thoughtful
640 four door sports coupe, Burberry waterproof
Boss moves, worker's fertilize the lawn with horse poo
Lawyers like Cochran
Runnin' your thot, rockin' a cock ring, break the box spring (uh)
Dye the fox pink
Cameos with cameo
The ladies throw panties, this feel like New Edition
Candy Girl, minus the wet jheri curl
The black Led Zeppelin (uh-huh)
My Nazi sled go from zero to sixty in less than six seconds (uh-huh)
This shit was destined (uh-huh)
Flickin' ashes out the Hummer
Kickin' asses, takin' numbers
Stick and ratchets, breakin' rubbers
This is crack, we play the oven
Kidnap niggas' baby mothers
Maybe others, wave the MAC
Spray your black Mercedes bumper
Pump the shotty, cock the body slumped, dump one (uh)
Snatched his link, his shit was slum like Brian Pumper's

Shit, my heart is frigid, I'm an art exhibit (gorgeous)
Crashed the boat, that's just a part of livin' (uh)
My soul descendants from the heavens (uh)
And I'm pretty sure I've been hear before 'cause I can feel it
When the wolves screams, my eyes turn black and I can't feel shit
Spin the wheel, Skip, quick like a spinnin' heel kick
There's only so much that I can deal with
Turning the veal strips (uh)
You'll have to learn braille, shit (uh)
I don't know about no jail shit (uh)
I'm talking to the pilot about the tail wind
Look at this brand I built, hand the wheel
I should've played the point guard at Vanderbilt
Standin' still, just hand me the pill
Drive a white van in Amityville (uh-huh)
When I hopped out they're like, "It can't be real"
Well, ancient astronaut theories speak clearly about my origin (uh-huh)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Oregon (nope)
I'm 'bout to go on tour again (yup)
So buy your tickets and fly your bitch in (uh)
Fry the chicken (uh)
Play me five feet, a wise decision