NaNa lyrics

[Produced by brandUn DeShay]

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Introducin' Chance the Ruthless, trip 'shrooms and lucy
Dreams is lucid, loosely based on music, swallow my mucus
Hope your pus*y get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
Deuces Douches, deuce deuce, I'll shoot ya (Bang)
Shoes might boot ya and a suit might suit ya
They be on bullsh*t but they really don't do sh*t
They use of allusion could confuse Confucius
Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing 'til my voice get raspy
Last week suspended, last night kissed Va$htie
Parleyed with Ashley, always in the hallway
So I never been classy (Hahaha)
Shut up

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
(Igh, igh, igh, igh)
[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Acid, acid, get it? Acid
Melts through plastic, I spit fired
Pad my palette, talkin' paper if this was work, I'd get higher
Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
Fart and get b*tch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with Jack
Lickety-split, look it, he slipped on a shell
From peelin' banana splits back, give me my Kit-Kat
Don't break me off sh*t, batch, fack is you mean b*tch?
Zan with that lean b*tch, xan with that lean b*tch
Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin
Ya kna' wha' mean, hit me back when that mean sh*t

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Action Bronson]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na (Uh)
Na na na, na na na (It's me, uh)
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Nah-nah-ooh (Uh)
Nah-ooh (Yeah), nah-ooh
Ah-ooh (Uh), ah-ooh, ah-ooh

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
Introducin', it’s Bronsonliño (It's me)
With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
Three Japanese dykes in my El Camino (Haha)
Lettin' trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast
I got a team of hoes like Pat Summitt
I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black Hummer
(Get to the chopper)
I splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back
Ain’t no fumblin', in fact, I'm back, acid in my hat
Shoot, then pass the gat
It's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag (Bag)
My new shorty got a gymnastic back
'87 emerald green on a classic jag, uh
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad (Okay)
She had the club foot (What else?), with that little arm (Hahaha)
I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on, it's me
[Outro: Action Bronson]
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Suck my motherf*cking di*k
It's the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby (Uh)
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, ah-uh-uh, uh
Blow me