Single / Track

Broccoli

Shelley FKA DRAM•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on, ay, ay

I'm beyond all that -

Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine?

- touch my gang, we gon' turn this - to -

Ice on my neck, cost me ten times three

30 thousand dollars for a - to get flee

I just hit Rodéo, and I spent like ten Gs

I just did a show and spent the check on my mama

When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas

And I keep like ten phones, damn, I'm really never home

All these - clones, tryna copy what I'm on (what I'm on)

- get your own, tryna pick a - bone

Word to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good day

Metro PCS, trappin', boy, I'm makin' plays

50 Shades of Grey, beat that - like Hulk Hogan

I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap, I'm gone

- hatin' 'cause I'm chosen from the concrete, I had rose

Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze

Put that - up in her -, bet she feel it in her toes

I'm a real young - from the six throwin' 'bows

Real young - from the six throwin' 'bows

In the middle of the party, -, get off me (-damn)

In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (-damn)

Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (-damn)

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (-damn)

Whispered in my ear, she's tryna leave with me (-damn)

Tell her I can get that - easily (-damn)

Tell her I can hit that - so greasily (-damn)

I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (damn)

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on, ay, ay

I'm beyond all that fuck -, ay

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna, hey, I'm beyond, ay, ay

Said, I'm beyond all that -, ay

I got companies and Pesos, I got people on my payroll

She don't do it 'less I say so, I don't smoke if it ain't Fuego

I should sauce 'em up like Prego, Fettuccine with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame, and every game they made on Sega

I was five or six years old, when I had told myself, "Okay, you're special"

But I treat you like my equal, never lesser

I was 26 years old, when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world steppin', that's what I call epic

Couple summers later I got paper, I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the "Why you got to stare" face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face, dread headed, golden diamond teeth wearin'

They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, -, I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party, gettin' lil' to Yachty

With a Spanish barbie, word to my mami