BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 003 lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - SATURATION 003 lyrics]
Martin Luther moving back
I just bought a Cadillac
I ain't put no rims on it
Niggas don't know how to act
"Where the fuck you get this cash?"
Questions that my momma ask
Woke up naked on the beach
Pretty bitch in the sand
Take a pic in the sand
Point and shoot in the head
None of these fit the brand
Throw all the work in the can
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
And when I was the young one
I walked with a headphone
When I was a young one
They wouldn't let me have one
They said, "You no can none
" said "You no respect none"
But I do that, ride like an idiot
You can never see me, y'all dumb piglets
I got a feeling, somethin' in your stomach
Your ten toes, bendin' shit like I'm on it
Got my hundreds wrapped up tighter
Than your ass, in them tighty-whities
I got me, like it, I got what I like it
I get what I like it, ugh, ugh
Bruh, bruh, I got that, I like it, yo
I got this, yeah, I got this
I look at you, I got this, yo, I got this
I look at you, I got this, I got this
LMAO, I split your legs
Like some fuckin' mayo
I call your daddy and your momma
And run in they home
'Cause I'm a asshole, I'm a wild-ass nig'
You know 'Cause I ain't really get no
Attention when I was younger
I don't, ugh, all I ever had was the hunger
And a need for the money
It's late in the night, I had munchies
It don't stop, man, it fuckin' not stoppin'
When the flow choppin, when the beat drop
I can feel the floor drop
I can feel the ceiling rise
I can feel myself high, yeah
And the girls say "Hi"
So please tell me why, that I drop this new
Man all these hit's in 5: 57
When I'm feelin' fly, yeah 747
Yeah, I think it's just me and my brethren
I just bought a Cadillac
I ain't put no rims on it
Niggas don't know how to act
"Where the fuck you get this cash?"
Questions that my momma ask
Woke up naked on the beach
Pretty bitch in the sand
Take a pic in the sand
Point and shoot in the head
None of these fit the brand
Throw all the work in the can
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
Don't worry 'bout me, hey
And when I was the young one
I walked with a headphone
When I was a young one
They wouldn't let me have one
They said, "You no can none
" said "You no respect none"
But I do that, ride like an idiot
You can never see me, y'all dumb piglets
I got a feeling, somethin' in your stomach
Your ten toes, bendin' shit like I'm on it
Got my hundreds wrapped up tighter
Than your ass, in them tighty-whities
I got me, like it, I got what I like it
I get what I like it, ugh, ugh
Bruh, bruh, I got that, I like it, yo
I got this, yeah, I got this
I look at you, I got this, yo, I got this
I look at you, I got this, I got this
LMAO, I split your legs
Like some fuckin' mayo
I call your daddy and your momma
And run in they home
'Cause I'm a asshole, I'm a wild-ass nig'
You know 'Cause I ain't really get no
Attention when I was younger
I don't, ugh, all I ever had was the hunger
And a need for the money
It's late in the night, I had munchies
It don't stop, man, it fuckin' not stoppin'
When the flow choppin, when the beat drop
I can feel the floor drop
I can feel the ceiling rise
I can feel myself high, yeah
And the girls say "Hi"
So please tell me why, that I drop this new
Man all these hit's in 5: 57
When I'm feelin' fly, yeah 747
Yeah, I think it's just me and my brethren