Brock Lesnar

That bitch cookin' up, though
Yeah
Yeah, huh
Droppin' the top, watch me pop my shit
Catch him in person, tah-tah, we not squashing shit
Grrt, we get it hot, he try touch a brick
I fly out of town just to hide, got your cousin hit
Ah, that nigga trippin, Lil' Splurge on some other shit
I get the pot, whip that bitch, make it buttermilk
Stay with a Glock, I heard niggas tryna get us killed
Fuck rap, I was tryna jugg a lil', made a lil'
Nigga run up and get hit, cartwheel
He pussy, but think he tough, Garfield
Before I had all this goop, used to cart deal
Free my daddy out the feds, I barely talk to my pops still
Uh, she wanna get high, make her pop a Perc' (Uh)
She can fuck different ways, she diverse (Uh)
Why the fuck do the real niggas die first? (Uh)
God need to take the pussy niggas out first (Uh)
Back on they necks, huh, uh
Back in the stu', I just ran a up a big check up
My young nigga aim at your head, put that vest up
Uh, uh, I’m not a wrestler, uh
But I’ll slam a bitch, Brock Lesnar, uh
And I don’t know her name, I didn’t ask her, uh
But I swear she think she a Kardashian, uh
And I swear she eat dick like a champion, uh
And that young shooter hit like a champion
Hit that ho, made her call up the ambulance
Up a Glock, have 'em duckin' and scramblin'
I don’t hang with these rappers, they feminine
Made her walk eight miles like Eminem
Gang-gang, know I hang around with 'dem and 'dem, uh
And I give a bitch a beat like Timbaland
And I walk around with goop like a mini-fridge, uh