Burfict! lyrics

[Intro]
(You think you know-)

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Like NASCAR (Check), n*gga, you better not go there (Style)
b*tch, you better get your mind right 'fore I leave that sh*t all over that windshield (Uh-huh)
n*gga, I'm real right, go stand on it (Uh-huh)
Raw how I f*ck, Plan B on it
It's a wonder I ain't got a lot of kids 'cause I just pull up and spray on it (Go)

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Baby, don't play, okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you're doin' (Style)
I done came up out the ruins
Now I step out, it's ahs and oohin' (Style)
Baby, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey)
Goin' down like mayday (Yeah)
I'ma make it do what it do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo (Style)
Baby, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
It's hard like Sudoku (Uh)
So I put it in her doo chute
Netflix and chill on a jailbroken Roku (Style)
You goof troops f*ckin' with a loose screw
I'ma just shoot, then yell out, "Too-da-loo"
He was sayin' he a crypto, still sent his ass up to the moon
Actin' like I know who he is and I'm lookin' like, "Who are you?" (Style)
It's Peggy and Danny, everybody know us in the cobra clutch (Yeah)
Got the game on a crutch (Yeah), and these n*ggas all **** (Uh)
Got 'em feeling like we supervillains and we done just cliqued up
[Interlude]
And you know I don't know any other name tonight under the heavens

[Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA]
Walk in this b*tch with a Wock' (A Wock')
f*ck what you heard, bae, I'm toxic (I am)
Rappers be callin' the cops (They do)
Civilians thinkin' we opps (What the f*ck?)
b*tch, the sh*t that I flash ain't a prop (No)
All my exes done turned into opps
Give me that Nancy, give me that Ruth
Give me that Barbara, take out the tooth
I feel like Trump when I step in the booth (Yeah)
Drippin' like Rudy, you know how I do
Stick for the mulignanes
(Click, clack) Now we playing Zombies
Choppers like NATO, that sh*t come in caseloads
Dogs cover they face, that b*tch Mach-Hommy
Give me that Rogan, give me that woo
Hit it like H-Town, knockin' them boots
Dirty 30 and my di*k know the truth
Frank Lucas got my b*tch feeling blue
(Straight) Crack in the booth
Feeling like Speed, who gon' stop me? Not you
Couldn't shop if the store ain't have EBT too
Now it's vente pa'cá, b*tch, bring that money through
n*gga, I do this for fun
They hide behind money like T.T.S. done
I heard n*ggas wanna attack my show, b*tch, do I look like Olivia Munn?
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you're doin' (Style)
I done came up out the ruins
Now I step out, it's ahs and oohin' (Style)
Baby, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey)
Goin' down like mayday (Yeah)
I'ma make it do what it do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo (Style)
Baby, yeah