Benzoylmethylecgonine lyrics

[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Woah), ayo, yo
Doot-doot, oh (Huh)
Ayo (Wah), n*gga, Nackman (Bojo)
Nackie Chan, n*gga (Pasón)
Yo (Oh)
Ayo (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Versace silk shirt wavy, slacks are Gucci (Fly)
Bags of lucci, catch me skatin' with a couple bad b*tches, son, Kristi Yamaguchi (Skrrt)
I ain't lettin' you hit the package, pookie, truly, your tracks are dookey (Trash)
Would I take ass from a groupie? Absolutely (Yeah)
This sound like made in Tokyo, n*gga, shoot me
Never took a Uber, always had the Benzo
Burner with the laser beamin' extended, I couldn't tell you what it's like in the friendzone (Nah)
n*gga, you came in the Elantra, I came in a Enzo (Woah)
That explain it as far as trends go (Yeah)
Newbie n*ggas is settin' standards (Uh-huh), paparazzi pull out expensive cameras
Clickin', flashin' (Woah), flip a brick, droppin' half of the chips
A vast catalogue, yeah, that's God, yo (God)
Hit you like Bob Rock, catch it like Sandy Alomar, earn your first battle scar
Gas a b*tch up, make her my avatar (She mine now)
On the smoke and flavors, my voice sound like Adolfo Aguilar

[Interlude: Hus KingPin]
Yeah, huh-uh, yeah
[Chorus: Hus KingPin]
I'm bendin' my dreams
That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple (Hah)
Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens (Uh-huh)
That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs, uh
Huh, I'm bendin' my dreams (Hah)
That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple (Hmm)
Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens (Yo, yo)
That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs (Uh-huh, uh)

[Verse 2: Hus KingPin]
I stuff the clip in your b*tch, so she a shooter (Uh)
I slap her hooters, hundred thousand Rolex drips, that's for my cougar (Ah)
Courtesy of the sl*t-walker, the wave-talker (Uh)
I leave your face on the steps of your walk-up
That's a brown chrome shootin' up your brownstone

[Interlude 2: Hus KingPin]
C'mon, man
C'mon, son, it's Wave Lord 300.000 (It's Wave Lord)
Y'all n*ggas sound wild fragile, uh (Winners)

[Verse 3: Hus KingPin]
Poppin' wheelies while I'm gun-wheelin' (Ah), top-billin', uh
Yo, meet me at the top, my cavalier, yo, Fortes
I need the battle snares (What?), that warlord slap (Huh-uh)
These n*ggas made the same album back-to-back (I'm tired)
Suicide laps on the track, gun in my lap
And drop the top down so n*ggas can see us (Woop)
Can't duplicate the Wave Jesus, word to my nucka Caesar
And peace to Mark, uh, you know I got you (Uh)
These n*ggas don't move like me, it's not a drop of loyalty
It's only, "Yo, yo, yo, can you do more for me?"
I birthed you n*ggas, all y'all rappers got my last name (Word)
Y'all n*ggas never did nothing yourself (Uh-uh)
I swooped down, waved up, product bullet bounce, uh (Hah)
I put all y'all n*ggas on top shelf (Huh-uh)
'Til the day time melts, I'm movin' that Lionel
It's Wavo, slime, you know me well, uh
[Chorus: Hus KingPin]
Huh-uh, I'm bendin' my dreams
That's benzoylthiomethylecgonine on the beam, triple
Bullets ripple, I don't do in-betweens
That's the difference between me and these rap dweebs, Wavo, uh

[Outro: Hus KingPin]
It's Wave Lord 300, 300.000
Huh-uh-uh-uh, Winners, Winner season
Slime Wave, hah
Ayo, Wavo
n*ggas cannot f*ck with you sonically
n*ggas wish they could kick it like us
Get hoes like us, do wavy sh*t just like us
Ahahaha