Kenny Beats, Danny Brown - The Cave: Season 2 - Episode 1 lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kenny Beats, Danny Brown - The Cave: Season 2 - Episode 1 lyrics]
You understand, of course, that this
Is long after business hours
And I can only give you five minutes
Check (Whoa, Kenny)
Used to move the weight like NordicTrack
Compete with the white
Like black quarterbacks
Out here flippin' nickels the size
Of your bitch nipples
Shiny as a nickel, RIP Don Rickles
My Air Maxes cost what's on your taxes
Smoke so much weed
Me breathin' is miraculous
Dog, it ain't calculus, fuckin' common sense
Sixteen, it's crime scene
Murder with no evidence it's heaven-sent
Apart from it when you're boppin' to it
I cock and pop it, tossin', turnin'
Like Bobby Lewis
Still goin' like Rocky movies
Maury gators on my feet
Got this bitch sayin', "Sock it to me"
Fur lookin' like a horror movie
White hoes trip when they see me
But, I stab 'em with my pee-pee
It taste like kiwi
They way I get what I want
You would think I had me a genie
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hold on, I got more bars though
Watch this, I got one more (Style)
My nigga stomp you out so good, partner
You'll get dizzy walkin' by a Foot Locker
An author with anger in his pen
You a whole lotta pretend
Comprehend my lifestyle, I recommend
Your estrogen levels elevatin' a level
Less than a man
So much bitch in you, doubt when you piss
You stand
The workin' of a madman, off-the-road taggin'
Bullets make you backspin
Turn your ass to a has-been so nigga
Who you question? Lighten your complexion
Smith & Wesson leave you in a place arrestin'
Eho ya checkin', nigga?
Wrong answer, that's cancer, nigga
Tragic outcome, zipped up in plastic
Harder than assassin
Spot his target in traffic
Niggas just rappin' 'till them
Gats is clappin'
Your reaction, regret what just happened
While I be just lampin'
Lightin' up and laughin'
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Alright, alright, that's it i got, that's it
That's all I got (Style)
Is long after business hours
And I can only give you five minutes
Check (Whoa, Kenny)
Used to move the weight like NordicTrack
Compete with the white
Like black quarterbacks
Out here flippin' nickels the size
Of your bitch nipples
Shiny as a nickel, RIP Don Rickles
My Air Maxes cost what's on your taxes
Smoke so much weed
Me breathin' is miraculous
Dog, it ain't calculus, fuckin' common sense
Sixteen, it's crime scene
Murder with no evidence it's heaven-sent
Apart from it when you're boppin' to it
I cock and pop it, tossin', turnin'
Like Bobby Lewis
Still goin' like Rocky movies
Maury gators on my feet
Got this bitch sayin', "Sock it to me"
Fur lookin' like a horror movie
White hoes trip when they see me
But, I stab 'em with my pee-pee
It taste like kiwi
They way I get what I want
You would think I had me a genie
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hold on, I got more bars though
Watch this, I got one more (Style)
My nigga stomp you out so good, partner
You'll get dizzy walkin' by a Foot Locker
An author with anger in his pen
You a whole lotta pretend
Comprehend my lifestyle, I recommend
Your estrogen levels elevatin' a level
Less than a man
So much bitch in you, doubt when you piss
You stand
The workin' of a madman, off-the-road taggin'
Bullets make you backspin
Turn your ass to a has-been so nigga
Who you question? Lighten your complexion
Smith & Wesson leave you in a place arrestin'
Eho ya checkin', nigga?
Wrong answer, that's cancer, nigga
Tragic outcome, zipped up in plastic
Harder than assassin
Spot his target in traffic
Niggas just rappin' 'till them
Gats is clappin'
Your reaction, regret what just happened
While I be just lampin'
Lightin' up and laughin'
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Alright, alright, that's it i got, that's it
That's all I got (Style)