BROCK LESNAR ft. Lil Cree Cree Lyrics

I saw that boy and he froze

Cock back and let the hammer go

Bitch my grass is greener put a fence up for the dogs

We got the hose

I get my diamonds straight from Jupiter

I might go and devil that bitch egg I feel like lucifer

She blow my horn like Gillespie

Came in with the 223s C.O.P.'s can't arrest me

You know better than to test me

Hollowed out my tips and I'm splitting em' like the red sea

Double down, blick up, stiff when yo bitch suck

Armored the sprinter van if you shooting I ain't waking up

I'm steady sleeping on you pussies

Cause they acting like the knew me

At the most I might go pipe a couple groupies

Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charge

Push up in a tank, bitch we took the charge

Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charges

All my watch bezels (yeah)

Go-

Audemars my vision 2023 in some chargers

Yeah I hit the spot unlike a bad bitch parking

Run 100 miles around you like David Goggins

I'm the captain of this shit move like Bri Larson

Knew you got around mask slippin

Straps they thin enough I see that hoe it can't be hidden

Chest got me thinkin if I'm hittin

I may or not I cut the ribbon

I was put on this earth, to seek and destroy and to hurt people

Ridin with the chicken ima jockey with the bows

Brock Lesner I'm a champ in the post

Leave him in the past Christmas he the ghost

Gs belt buckle 'preme on the coat

If we got a problem it get settled San Piper

Green things protect I'm a striker

Green things got the bag I ain't a hiker

Push up with the fleet and I command Will Riker

Face blunts pass a lighter

Bitch don't listen, Tyson Mike em'

Fang tips fly through from the Viper

Hollows to the back I put two wings on it like Chrysler

Best I ever had but bitch you smell like shit

I dun copped a bag and dropped my hoe

I went from singles counting seven digits (seven digits)

I count a Millie like the Richard on my wrist

He was talking goofy sent my dogs to run a blitz

Money smelling horrible spraying these pussies down

I been rolling with some Steelers like Antonio Brown

Yeah my homies quick to blast

You were deep into the books I was trapping and skipping class

Money spread covered up the page I'm dyslexic

I been chasing bags and yo pockets look anorexic

Say she wanted shotgun, bitch that's where the TEC sits

Im gon make it painless he won't feel it when the TEC hits