D.r.a.m. Broccoli Lyrics

[Intro - D.R.A.M.:]
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit

[Verse 1 - Lil Yachty:]
Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Weight up on the scale, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that p*ssy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her p*ssy bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

[Chorus - D.R.A.M.:]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that p*ssy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

[Bridge - D.R.A.M.:]
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f*ck shit

[Verse 2 - D.R.A.M.:]
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don't do it less I say so
I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
I just sauce em up like Prego
Fettuchini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you're special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That's what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy

[Chorus]