Camouflage lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Feel my organs working
Woah

[Verse]
Smokin' camo got my eggs scrambled
Mile and leagues away from where they doin' brothers like fallando
Dutchmaster guts on the piano
Coverin' Tony Orlando, holdin' a brolic banjo
Come back, I might gamble in mándaselo, my flow is aqua level (Ay)
But me, I'm hardly a pompous fellow, you plot with devils, get your top disheveled
I get a manicure, never panic, just lemon drop the bezel (Bing)
The latino match the tuxedo fit, the chicks said I shouldn't be so slick (Oh well)
But she down to take a whiff, and so I took a Pellegrino p*ss
That's equipped, I'm half handsome, half ugly, ten percent pudgy
Somethin' strapped to my tummy, your favourite rapper mostly dusty, I turn his brains to chutney
I love me, I find your dialect comical, I'm cloud burstin'
You just a loud person but not in person, man, you f*ckin' vermin
Before allowed, I would crack the Philly and drop the Sherman, determined
Now they turn my sh*t up louder and tell me I sound learnin', I converted
Got the mustard, word to Herman, I'm burnin', just check my stature (Just check it)
Be captured if you ever forget the [?] the alpaca
Get low in Alabama, Harley-Davidson bandana, mixed race
I told a opp, "Quite frankly I ain't your pal, di*kface"
I tip good at the bar and it let a few of them hens know
I do the Charleston Chew in the end zone, still put a few in the friend zone (Still)
Might pencil 'em in with incidentals for chins
Her ex reckless, wanna stencil the whip
I dip, slip, passin' credulous hell-bent men, novela sh*t (Okay)
Taladro on deck, malandro in the flesh who still might bump a line
It's more as set (Uh), been pickin' brains and heads
I drop the nickel right, now my life official-like
Me and every nickel just had a tickle fight, that sh*t was light (Hahaha)
'Cause what's Bumble Bee tuna when I can ship beluga?
Your b*tch got her food but probably spendin' child-support payments on the [?] sucia
My shorty look like [?], I politick with hoovers
Who also burn the bottom of a spoon up
Forty-something-year-old palookas (Woah)
Out here sellin' Heisenbergers that f*ck up a nurture with fervour
Mami told me to get right and hit the church up, but I still curved her (Damn)
I sold her mata marijuana, plata me hace falta
I sip the horchata, eatin' papaya in la hamaca, fumando espinaca
Squish you like la cucaracha, papa, all your rap is traga
Stay in your sala, you f*ckin' with me ojalá, my toes touchin' iguana
This lax was cut from [?], but I'm a just a classy f*ck with ashy lungs
Leave you on the same curb you let 'em gas you up
Woah