Action Bronson Kompressor Lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
It's me (It's him)
(Who the f*ck else?)
Aye, aye, aye (Come on, man)
(Squats) What a view, huh?
(Shoulders) What a f*cking view
(Back) What a f*cking view
(Neck) You know me
(Legs, legs)
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Always comin' through (Uh)
In other news, pullin' big bazookas out the bubble goose (Uh), huntin' for the truth (Huntin')
Rub somethin' to numb up my tooth (Uh)
Then wrap the robe around my waist and jump from the roof (Woo)
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you tryna be a thug in front of the moon? (Come on, man)
And why you tryna pull the rug from up under the goon? (Come on, man)
I'm backstage doin' nunchucks (Uh)
Straight from Queens, Baklava, baby, one love (It's me)
Don't try to hit me with the fist bump, dawg (Nah)
I don't f*ck with chipmunks (Uh-uh) actin' like they shit don't stunk (Uh)
I'm catchin' alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (That's a f*ckin' sick dunk)
Triple-toe lutz (Uh)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs, these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)
Before forty, I'm tryna be ripped as f*ck (Uh)
I purchased dick-sucks for forty bucks before (I did)
And that's a bargain if you ask me (It is)
I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it (Uh)
[Segue: Larry June & Action Bronsons]
That's it (That's it)
I need my motherf*ckin' initials embroidered on every towel in this motherf*cker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot (Damn), I'm Magnum P.I.
And this FA whooped down but could've took the other drive
I'm lookin' at Alcatraz, drivin' two miles per hour
Fixed my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand
Stopped by the deli, she on the call, it's gon' be an hour
I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickle in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside
I hopped out lookin' like Shaft, I'm a whole mood
I'm dozin' off, countin' old hundreds in this vintage coupe
My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022
You f*cked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watchin' Tubi
Poppin' wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my tomb
Recessed lights in my garage bouncin' off the paint
Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank
What's happenin'?

[Outro: Action Bronson]
[?], está fuego
Gracias, [?] gracias
f*cking fuego
Fire
Me gusta mucho ésta
Woo