Brown Noise lyrics

[Verse 1: J.U.S]
Uh, yeah
I need a down-payment and a remodeled basement
Model on my lap, she got a player on the waitlist
I did favors for n*ggas, couldn't wait to say sh*t
Scrambled my whole brain
Skip that four piece, I need parts of that whole thang
Line around the block, got the fiends like Soul Train
Bad hoes and swipes turn Spirit flights to soul plane, n*gga
I'm four and a baby, folk riding with me, got the same guns the Navy got
88 came with the extra stock
I been around a long time, I need restin' spots
And a place to shop
I like my malls like the Galleria, Hermes in the Gucci sto'
My b*tch like to be a diva
If she belong to the streets, then the streets can keep her

[Interlude]
b*tch gon' FaceTime me
b*tch, I hold my wrist up, pop my rubber band
She say "where yo' watch at?"
You right b*tch, where's my Rolex?

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Copped the Rollie from the pawn shop, it was non-stop
Me and my n*ggas cop back-to-back, it was an onslaught
Gun c*cked, you try to touch and get yo' lunch rocked
Sun stop, me and my n*ggas, we on the Ong Bak
Denmark, you in that whip, you get your b*tch rocked
Amsterdam, we on that Summer Slam, that Killa Cam
Goddamn, against me and you, you get yo' sh*t blammed
Oh man, [?]
Goddamn, you disrespect, we have a shoot-out (Shoot-out)
b*tch on my di*k, that's what yo' boo 'bout
Move out, if you ain't with the crew, you gettin' threw out
I knew 'bout bu(tt)ubble gum, tell yo' b*tch was blew out
Ooh wow, she got a fat ass, she gettin' flew out
Ooh wow, got them lambchops on them lollipops
Ooh wow, you ain't gettin' money, what ya talkin' 'bout?
Ooh wow