Turnbuckle Music lyrics

[Intro: Rasta]
Wicked, wicked production you know how it go man
Ya'll listen to music by Harry Fraud man
0'12 man. New 'tings
Bronson man
Big boss Bronson man and little brother DZA

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, once again it's the quintessential stud muffin
Spanish b*tches stub sucking' they wanna have my kid
My people know how to bid, I focus on how to live though
Come through the window snatch your kiddo while he watchin' Nintendo
The people love us though they snub us in the corporate world
f*ck it we lawless ridin' filthy in the taurus with Doris, she 85
My neighbor, thrilled by wild behavior they get a bloomers when I'm in Aruba with a scuba jet

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Yes, kush god daddy I'm on that other flow
That motherf*ck that cover tho that hustle move a motherload
That, big boy talk say raps you tryna book a show, gold bottle
Hold the rows kush rolled that's holy smoke
It's turnbuckle music, straight off the third row
Straight on you herbs throats, that's why you birds broke
Tweet tweetin' with your tweetin' ass, we rather count cash and cheef some hash
We bout that
[Chorus: (Smoke DZA & Action Bronson)]
(you pick him up), I drop em/ (he trynna creep), I watch him/ (you need me tag me in), nah don't worry I got it/ should never f*ck around with people thats a stable/ cut into your navel, put em through the table. (you pick him up), I drop em/ (he trynna creep), I watch him/ (you need me tag me in), nah don't worry I got it/ should never f*ck around with people thats unstable/ (cut into your navel)/ put em through the table

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Underdog underrated undoubtedly don't give a f*ck
Rap money twice a week prices going up as we speak
I ain't trippin' n*ggas sleep and tell them little rap n*ggas trying to catch a wave a couple bands and send a beat
Digital hustler putting ass in seats
I know my worth and I ain't f*cking with the cheap
Two of the realest most of these rap n*ggas weak
Cut a couple bars
Let Bam Bam speak

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Buh buh buh bow!
Brushing paris holland Italy Pristina
Kosovo, Denmark, hopping out the Benz sharp
I teach you how to live
Michael Caine dirty rotten scoundrels
My b*tches blow me at the opera while I'm rocking sandals
Light linen, rest on my physique
I'm testin', built for the west
And you get molested while you sleep
Back to the essence cause your testicles are weak
Got some Mexicans to put the f*cking hash between there cheeks
[Chorus: (Smoke DZA & Action Bronson)]
(you pick him up), I drop em/ (he trynna creep), I watch him/ (you need me tag me in), nah don't worry I got it/ should never f*ck around with people thats a stable/ cut into your navel, put em through the table. (you pick him up), I drop em/ (he trynna creep), I watch him/ (you need me tag me in), nah don't worry I got it/ should never f*ck around with people thats unstable/ (cut into your navel)/ put em through the table

[Outro: Rasta]
Turnbuckle music mon, yeah mon big production mon, we inside New York City mon, the biggest the best the finest mon. Big production can you hear me mon? BBM big boss men. Hear me? Feel the rhythm mon. Bossman Weezy. Bossman DZA. Bossman Fraud. Bossman Bronson hear me? All the bosses mon. Seriously serious thing mon. You feel me? Yeah mon. So we do it. BUMMMBA!