Action Bronson, Gangrene - Driving Gloves lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Gangrene - Driving Gloves lyrics]
Leather driving glove rap straight up
Totes, toke that
Fuck sales
On the road to getting rich off of touring
And that's one thing for sure
Like a shit in the morning
Shit, never a cold toilet (never)
I need a bitch with a pussy
Like a little league glove
I’m the epitome of
All fly shit jacket to the shoe sole
Two shooters, Flanagan, Caruso (Irish)
Fly girl stuffed the drug in her caboose-o
'I see Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo'
My eyes sparkle like a diva's mirror
Make dykes reconsider how they
Fishing in the river
Leave your sister, sit n shiver
Bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop
Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top
Old school shit, nuttin' in a tube sock
Safe to say you ain’t much without your crew
Hop my time is now like a new watch, it’s me
Lumberjack rumble in the jungle
Live from the bungalow where I
Package a rap bundle
Straight funnel, sugar cakes, I’mma bumble
Bee that’ll sting you and
Flee without a rumble
Hand sanitary, shooters on the team
Danny Ferry fettuccine bars, pot belly
Double-G Bronsonelli on the radio
And the telly
I chop like the Habibi at the deli
Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon
I’m a chicken hawk, hungry for a victim
Wires trip 'em
Blow the woofers out the system
Non-exist 'em
Take away the shine and eclipse 'em
I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono
Pockets Trump like I just struck the lottery
Lotto just me and you, mano y mano
Joints buckle, knees wobble
Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble
Uh, look, hey
I’m as far as the stars have told
I’m trying to clock a few mill
Before a nigga gets old heart is cold
Froze from the ice and a whole arctic pole
Bang my old art out of a Bose, I suppose
Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati
But I’m really in a Mazda
Getting high with a hottie
Probably too high to drive
Fear n Loathing in the body
All I see is lights flashing like
I’m at a Vegas party
Benicio, circle around my eyes
Feel like I ain’t slept
For about twenty nights
You look like you just
Fell down forty flights
I keep a shorty right cause
Oh ain’t nothing nice!
I got a bitch to put the
Heel to the pedals metal
With shit hotter than the devil's kettle
Never settle, get the gloves for the handle
Shit, I put the fire to 'em
Watch 'em melt like a candle it’s on!
Totes, toke that
Fuck sales
On the road to getting rich off of touring
And that's one thing for sure
Like a shit in the morning
Shit, never a cold toilet (never)
I need a bitch with a pussy
Like a little league glove
I’m the epitome of
All fly shit jacket to the shoe sole
Two shooters, Flanagan, Caruso (Irish)
Fly girl stuffed the drug in her caboose-o
'I see Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo'
My eyes sparkle like a diva's mirror
Make dykes reconsider how they
Fishing in the river
Leave your sister, sit n shiver
Bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop
Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top
Old school shit, nuttin' in a tube sock
Safe to say you ain’t much without your crew
Hop my time is now like a new watch, it’s me
Lumberjack rumble in the jungle
Live from the bungalow where I
Package a rap bundle
Straight funnel, sugar cakes, I’mma bumble
Bee that’ll sting you and
Flee without a rumble
Hand sanitary, shooters on the team
Danny Ferry fettuccine bars, pot belly
Double-G Bronsonelli on the radio
And the telly
I chop like the Habibi at the deli
Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon
I’m a chicken hawk, hungry for a victim
Wires trip 'em
Blow the woofers out the system
Non-exist 'em
Take away the shine and eclipse 'em
I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono
Pockets Trump like I just struck the lottery
Lotto just me and you, mano y mano
Joints buckle, knees wobble
Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble
Uh, look, hey
I’m as far as the stars have told
I’m trying to clock a few mill
Before a nigga gets old heart is cold
Froze from the ice and a whole arctic pole
Bang my old art out of a Bose, I suppose
Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati
But I’m really in a Mazda
Getting high with a hottie
Probably too high to drive
Fear n Loathing in the body
All I see is lights flashing like
I’m at a Vegas party
Benicio, circle around my eyes
Feel like I ain’t slept
For about twenty nights
You look like you just
Fell down forty flights
I keep a shorty right cause
Oh ain’t nothing nice!
I got a bitch to put the
Heel to the pedals metal
With shit hotter than the devil's kettle
Never settle, get the gloves for the handle
Shit, I put the fire to 'em
Watch 'em melt like a candle it’s on!