Brock Lesnar lyrics

[Intro]
(Flynno, that's crazy), yeah
All of this sh*t, bro, on foenem, man, all of that sh*t (Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
That b*tch cookin' up, though
Yeah
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
Droppin' the top, watch me pop my sh*t
Catch him in person, tah-tah, we not squashing sh*t
Grrt, we get it hot, he try touch a brick
I fly out of town just to hide, got your cousin hit
Ah, that n*gga trippin, Lil' Splurge on some other sh*t
I get the pot, whip that b*tch, make it buttermilk
Stay with a Glock, I heard n*ggas tryna get us killed
f*ck rap, I was tryna jugg a lil', made a lil'
n*gga run up and get hit, cartwheel
He pus*y, but think he tough, Garfield
Before I had all this goop, used to cart deal
Free my daddy out the feds, I barely talk to my pops still
Uh, she wanna get high, make her pop a Perc' (Uh)
She can f*ck different ways, she diverse (Uh)
Why the f*ck do the real n*ggas die first? (Uh)
God need to take the pus*y n*ggas out first (Uh)
Back on they necks, huh, uh
Back in the stu', I just ran a up a big check up
My young n*gga aim at your head, put that vest up
Uh, uh, I'm not a wrestler, uh
But I'll slam a b*tch, Brock Lesnar, uh
And I don't know her name, I didn't ask her, uh
But I swear she think she a Kardashian, uh
And I swear she eat di*k like a champion, uh
And that young shooter hit like a champion
Hit that ho, made her call up the ambulance
Up a Glock, have 'em duckin' and scramblin'
I don't hang with these rappers, they feminine
Made her walk eight miles like Eminem
Gang-gang, know I hang around with 'dem and 'dem, uh
And I give a b*tch a beat like Timbaland
And I walk around with goop like a mini-fridge, uh