Lyrics
Yo, yeah, uh-huh (uh)
Land plots on the coastline, don't play me close, slime
Cantillation, a conservative, these days I boast mine (uh-huh)
Sippin' bourbon with a Cape Verdean surgeon (uh)
It's off the books, let's hit these Roubles with detergent
Time documentation gets purchased by a fine jeweler
All praises due to myself, let's crack the wine cooler
Silent chaos, the mysterious elegance
Give jobs to the natives to protect the developments
Citrus Wahoo, this fish is not seen in the Bronx Zoo (no)
Lectured you for what you did wrong and then we stomped you
Shirtless in the sky lounge, Delta tried to ban me
Bam called the CEO up and said I'm family (yo, he good, he good)
Put change on myself 'cause I look like the right bet
Each day's a video for a song I ain't write yet
For a song I ain't write yet
Each day's a video for a song I ain't write yet
Citrus Wahoo, this fish is not seen at the Bronx Zoo
Lecture you for what you've done wrong and then we stomp you
Big Baklava wrestle like he grew up in Dagestan (uh)
Standing on the mountain (wow), waiting for the avalanche (uh)
I do mad fuckin' tricks on Cannondales (uh)
These psychedelics allow me to remove the satin veil (uh)
I fit perfect in a captain's chair (true)
Left the headrest wet from all the product in my hair (Soul Glo)
Looking like Shawn Michaels, of course (uh, uh)
Two Japanese bitches screamin', shootin' Uzis off the back of the motorcycle
They killed the boss, slid off without a cough (uh)
Them bitches, they had mittens on if shit went wrong (uh)
I smell deception in the air, this shit is sittin' wrong (uh)
Only paid six eth' to fix the bitch teeth (that's it)
Now she can kiss the priest and rip the beef behind the briefs
Two hours into trippin' (uh), they found me in the kitchen
Carving chickens with absolute precision (uh, uh)
Citrus Wahoo, this fish is not seen in the Bronx Zoo (no)
Two hours into trippin', they found me in the kitchen
Carving chickens with absolute precision (uh)