BRUCE WANG // LEMONADE Pt. 1 )

Let's go

I'll probably die chasing cheese
Stewart little, lil' nigga big boss, I'm master splinter,
Finna put my wood up in her,
Sushi put the splinter in, placenta, split em' splinter
cell
Coppers thinking that I sell, walk round' with that money smell
My cologne came straight from Yale
Pockets bigger than Adele
Or Oprah in 2012
I love Oprah, hope you know this foreplay in a ford focus
On a freeway out in Fresno, part them legs just
like I'm Moses
Trust me you know where them legs go

Niggas on the block like Legos, with more syrup than an eggo
That's just Houston, it's expected, rockets
pop shit pyrotechnics
Sushi harder than erections, and immortals with a death wish
If you brandish any weapon, chopper chop you in a second
Bullets spray you from the waist down, wet your pants like where yo legs went
Got your girl and yea we sexting, she send nudies
on the daily
Wanna know what's really crazy, I like one pic, she want baby, son and daughter and Mercedes,
She getting annihilated, anal til she constipated
When fam link up, we be reckless,
Money motive every second
How you doing, run that necklace
Either that or end up neckless, sloppy seconds for that checklist
Fuck that check up, then I pass it
Black ass unproductive bastards, wish that you could kill us faster
Selling Xannies to the pastor, he say he need premonition
And he cheating on his wife, like Tom Brady on game weekends
Trust me boy, I have no weakness, in past, future, or the pretense
Throw your body in the deep end, make sure you give Nemo greetings
Summertime be murder season, so I pray you don't give a reason
When niggas come with that beef, you know
sushi brought that seasoning
Sushi going nuts like semen, rap like Jesus, kill my demons

Hollows pointed cease your screaming, niggas pussy got em creaming
Chopper give you yeast infection, swear I leave these niggas reeking
Niggas really think they joker, really you the fucking penguin
Everybody big and bad, till they meet them fucking demons
Beat your ass in broad daylight, you know the motto, caper diem, nigga

(Champ!)

Shooting shit like open season, raising hell like I'm a demon,
Load that K' I let it spray and make it, for no damn reason
Niggas think they tough shit, till these hollow tips start flying
Put these niggas in a grave, got they mama fucking crying
Fuck these bitches on a daily, durag on, I'm feeling wavy
Rolex on it cost me 80, dicked her down, she feeling shaky,
I fucked your bitch, you cannot blame me,
I'm riled up, now you cannot tame me
Glock with a beam and it ain't no safety,
Sushi, Champ, we is the winners
Red robe on like master splinter, money blue just like the winter,
Got your bitch on my left just like it's tinder
Open eye open like I'm Fetty, furry white coat look like a yeti
Glock go pop just like confetti, empty lead all in his belly