Estaciones lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
And now, coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherf*ckin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon, motherf*cker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a sh*t
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherf*cker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, b*tch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as sh*t
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo b*tch, get the f*ck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips all chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
b*tch, I'm hot all four seasons

[Break: Hologram & Action Bronson]
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose, it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherf*cker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, sh*t, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That sh*t is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
[Verse 2: Hologram]
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet 'cause I'm with the sh*ts
I wouldn't hit your b*tch, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that b*tch you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my f*ck on
S550 interior, big and brown like my son's eyes
Every b*tch pus*y to me is only one size
And she my little f*ck thang
I eat the pus*y like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I'm drinking and drugging
Your side b*tch and main b*tch call me their husband (I hate both of them)
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose

[Outro]
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo