Atlantic Recording Corp - Broccoli lyrics

[Intro: D.R.A.M.] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (ayy, ayy) I'm beyond all that f** sh**, hey [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] Hey lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine? n***a touch my gang, we gon' turn this sh** to Columbine Ice on my neck cost me ten times three Thirty thousand dollars for a n***a to get flee I just hit Rodéo and I spent like ten 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 ten phones, damn I'm really never home All these n***as clones, tryna copy what I'm on n***a get your own, tryna pick a n***a bone Word to brother Skip, boy I had a good day Metro PCS trappin', boy I'm makin' plays Fifty shades of grey, beat that p**y like Hulk Hogan I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone n***as hatin' 'cause I'm chosen from the concrete I had rose Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze Put that dick up in her p**y, bet she feel it in her toes I'm a real young n***a from the six throwin' 'bows I'm a real young n***a from the six throwin' 'bows Real young n***a from the six throwin' 'bows [Hook: D.R.A.M.] In the middle of the party, b**h get off me In the cut I'm rollin' 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**y easily Said that I can hit that sh** so greasily I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily [Bridge: D.R.A.M.] Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on I'm beyond all that f** sh** [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 should sauce 'em up like Prego Fettucini with Alfredo All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega I was five or six years old when I had told myself, "Okay you're special" But I treat you like my equal never lesser I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record Had the world steppin' 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 ba** Rapper face, dread headed Golden diamond teeth wearin' They just mad cause I got that cheese, b**h, I keep dairy Turnt up in the party gettin' lit to Yachty With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami [Hook: D.R.A.M.] In the middle of the party, b**h get off me (Get off of me) In the cut I'm rollin' up my broccoli (My weed, my weed) Ya I know your baby mama fond of me (She fond of me) All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (My weed, my weed) Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me (She vulnerable) Said that I can let that p**y easily (She fallin' for) Said I can hit that sh** so greasily (Oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily