Fuse! lyrics

[Intro: Larry Loudpack & Tom Kenny]
Ayy, hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal

[Chorus: Larry Loudpack]
Sip purple like a Bruce, she might blow my fuse (Hey)
I swear they don't care, that sh*t like abuse
Thirty-four ounces, I'm the truth, bring me something new (Yeah)
They can't understand, man, so what's the use?
I'm sippin' purple like a Bruce, she might blow my fuse
I swear they don't care, that sh*t like abuse
Thirty-four ounces, I'm the truth, bring me something new (Hey)
They can't understand, man, so what's the use? (Yeah)

[Verse 1: SenseiATL]
(Damn)
Feel just like [?] 'cause I stay on the mission (On the mission)
She say I'm appealin', she top me off and I'm peelin' (Skrrt-skrrt)
Shooters right next to me, they gon' play they position (Brrah)
Dabbin' and dippin', I get my [?] and I'm dippin' (Skrrt-skrrt)
Pull up and we knock you like f*ckin' dough (Damn)
b*tch, I'm on deck, picked up a shipment at the show (At the show)
Called Tony Shhnow, now we at the Icebox (Iced up)
But we keep them burners 'cause you know the block hot (pus*y)
[Verse 2: Larry Loudpack]
Uh, don't know a damn thing about me (Nah, nah)
Top down in the Masi, now that girl, she need some Visine (Wet, wet)
[?] of ice, called my young boys and some vikings (Ice, hey)
Ain't even mean no trouble but that b*tch extra enticing (Ooh, ooh)
She blowin', fan (Ooh)
'Bout to blow it up (Hey)
Several bands
Might just throw it up (Hey, hey)
Zone 2 roamin', this is Larry lane (Yeah, yeah)
Droppin' off the big load and I'ma carry that (I'ma carry that)

[Verse 3: Randy! & Pollàri]
(Ooh, what's that? Ayy)
I'm too hot, I don't wanna move (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Y'all b*tches, y'all bitin' just like piranhas do (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I see a snake, I pull off in the Viper, fool (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm smokin' this spoiled veggie, y'all smokin' that [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[?] PJs (PJs)
Call me Randy Provolone 'cause I cut the cheese, ayy
Walk in the mall, I'ma spin like a DJ
I'ma sip this Wock' but this sh*t ain't for free
(Yo)
[?] with them cleats, ayy
(Oh, oh)
[Verse 4: Pollàri]
I run the check like [?] ([?])
b*tch, she wanna know me (Nyoom)
Smokin' purple weed (Nyoom)
Swear it got me floating (Ha)
Ricky denim or the Ksubi, I don't wear like you (Nyoom-nyoom)
24-karat my smile 'cause I don't talk like you (Fll-beep)
Ooh, I'm ridin' in the coupe (Nyoom)
I smoke a lot of boof (Fll-beep)
All my b*tches love me 'cause they know I'm the truth (Ha, yeah, yeah)
That's just how we do (Yeah)
That's just how we move (Nyoom-nyoom)
b*tch, this 32 (Oh, yeah)
Please don't get removed (Nyoom)

[Chorus: Larry Loudpack]
Sip purple like a Bruce, she might blow my fuse (Hey)
I swear they don't care, that sh*t like abuse
Thirty-four ounces, I'm the truth, bring me something new (Yeah)
They can't understand, man, so what's the use?
I'm sippin' purple like a Bruce, she might blow my fuse
I swear they don't care, that sh*t like abuse
Thirty-four ounces, I'm the truth, bring me something new (Hey)
They can't understand, man, so what's the use? (Yeah)

[Outro: Tom Kenny]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal