Letras
Potatoes may feed my body
But a BRONCO feeds my soul
Yeehaw!
Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?
She ass up head down BRONCO style
Hit it from the back
Fuck buck wild
Red dragon tat
Left cheek grab
Booty palm like a ball, call me Shaq
Slam dunk in her pussy
No bap
That's what you get with a whore high on the shatter
Isabella hella loco, but she badder
White thug crush, climbin' on my ladder
Back of the Lincoln
Clit lick attack
Colombian bitch, whip lilac
It's all pink on the inside, don't matter
If she white, black, Asian or half
Indian, Muslim, Russian, Baltic
I don't discriminate, I love all chicks
Except my ex, Jenn with to Ns,
Still waiting on her death certificate to hit
When you start the next track, carefully listen
But now let's get back to the beginning
Miss Isabella no commitment
Unless it's white thug dick up in her
Pussy like the Ozzie roll before dinner
Sweetwater Tavern, come visit!
Centreville, 703 oh shit
Behind the movie theater 28/Braddock
Turns out she have a man, Brian Wyx
But I ain't find out till after I tapped it
He still locked, like cars keys in the cabin
I'm still cuttin' up her pussy like a hatchet
Under BunnyMan Bridge, I slapped it
Suburban Snoop 703 trapper
Reckless Tiger OG savage
This one' for Tsunami, Rabbit, and Paxton
Without Sav none of us would have happened
But once again, let get back to this bad bitch
Crazy/hot scale, way above average
Then she crossed the Mendoza Diagonal
She ain't holdin' down, she's holdin' dick
But guess what now?
STILL MY SHIT!
Brian's on the phone
My dick on her lips
Neckin' me, yet her necklace say Wyx?
Johnny Rocket Vanilla Twix
Truffle butter, yeah it drip from the tip
Now I can pass her to my main man, Jordan
Let's slow it down like what COVID did
Oooooooooo
OooooAaaaaaa
Oooooooooo
She got my chad
BRONCO
Bust low
Slam dunk
Lonzo
Paper chase Romano
Flip the zips Blanco
Head gettin' honcho
Touchdown friend zone
Touched the Johnson
Ochocinco
My Johnson
Had this bad bitch, aye
Dominican Republic, she a thick thang
New York raised
So you know she with the shits mane
Waste my time, all she ever do was bitch, aye
Nintendo shit, had to hit her with the switch mane
Before that I was hittin' in the whip, aye
Fogged up windows no tint mane
But fuck bitches bro, I'm focused the mint make
Printin' money baby
Benji-blue tint, aye
Stackin' chips Pringle can in the mix mane
On my own level
No more bosses give a shit mane
Shouts out to my exes
Givin' lessons out for days
Showin' how these bitches move
They spinnin' me for game
See a bad ting, finna shoot my shot like Wayne
Messin' with the cuff link she'll never be my dame
Do it for the music
Catchin' bread but duck the fame
Losing life
Missin' how it never fit the frame
Peep game
Switch lanes
Ducking all the bullshit
Like pigeons dropping deuces in the rain
Aye
Switch the flow up, dopamine releasin' waves
Keepin' it a buck
Nothin' less
Ain't no change
But what's growth, without a lil bit of change?