BRON lyrics

[Intro]
Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you n*ggas (Turn the beat up some)
The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you n*ggas

[Verse 1]
I been on
So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn
I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn
It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin'
I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned
I'm in this b*tch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn
They play your sh*t, look at the gang and then we yawn
Why would he make that lame choice?
Man, these n*ggas couldn't score if they had game point

[Chorus]
And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"
I move my family and my bricks to a place whеre it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like mе and success built a bond

[Verse 2]
So let's stay brief
I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me
I made my b*tch so bad that her ex can't speak
The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn
[Interude]
Hahaha
Come on, I'm just f*ckin' around (Uh-huh)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 3]
f*ck the world, am I wrong?
I'm in the V.I.P., a hundred n*ggas strong
Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers, "Put me on"
I ran it up, ain't take me long
My life a story out of Psalms
And I can put that on my mother, first-born
In my city, I'm King Kong
Kim Jong Un, to me, you n*ggas like this small
Say, "White b*tch," I probably meant what a brick cost
I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
Then I'm gone
Pinky ring of a don
Bad boy like I'm Sean
I'm like Goldeneye Bond
That's twenty-five inf' beams scopin' out harm (Brrt)
So how you n*ggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on?
You n*ggas is drawn
You probably heard when I got shot
I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (You heard that too)
I been back home fifty times since all the rumors were chillin'
These killers with me keep asking me, "What we doin'?"
Them n*ggas bored
[Interlude]
Ayy, yo, get the champagne
Ayy, yo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles
We sprayin' this sh*t everywhere, we goin' to Illio's
Tell 'em open the back room up for us
Let's go

[Chorus]
And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"
I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like me and success built a bond (Bond)