Lil Yachty, DRAM - Broccoli lyrics

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Hey little mama would you like
To be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon'
Turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 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 10 phones
Damn I'm really never home
All these niggas clones tryna
Copy what I'm on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey
Beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan
If I ain't bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from
The concrete that I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause
My diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet
She feel it in her toes
I'm a real young nigga from
The 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young nigga from
The 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying
To leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit

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 just sauce em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and
Every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when
I had told myself OK 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 stepping
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 wearing
They just mad cause I got that
Cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turned up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy

In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying
To leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily