Broly (part. Neutro Shorty)

Chosen like Obi-Wan Kenobi (hey)
Don’t tell me, brother, you ain't my homie (grrah)
I don’t have a heart like a Shinobi (what?)
Yeah, I did it solo, on my own

Eh, you know me (you know)
Yeah, you know me, yeah
You know me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m smoking heavyweight, Broly (uh)
I’m balling, feeling like Manu Ginóbili (grrah)
Don’t leave me alone, I won’t miss, Kobe (Kobe)
Spider-Man, I feel like Tobey (you see?)
Living in hotels like Zack and Cody (hey)
Used to be Chef Boyardee ravioli (damn)
Now I got a house with two Rollies (Rollie)
I did it solo, on my own

Yeah, you know me
You know me (you know me)
You know me (hey, ah, Neutro Shorty, ah)

I got the ZaZa in my AMIRI jeans and a Glock 19 in that briefcase
Check the red sole of the Louboutins, your blood runs red and you’re gonna die
I hit the club and light up the Phillies, the girls get high on 2C-B
Where I live, they don’t know you, your name’s trash and your CDs are even worse
Thirty-eight thousand feet in the jet, scheming, thinking about my next move (gang, gang)
All the bitches ready for the Airbnb, they show up with their legs wide open
Nigga, I don’t pass the blunt, eyes in the back of my head 'cause the snitches are close (grrah)
She’s a fancy girl, but when I hit it in bed, she’s a freak
And don’t tell me you don’t know the voice that echoes through the whole hood (uy)
Tell your mom to buy a rosary, and also a box of candles
'Cause I’m gonna send a message and when that shootout starts (grrah)
The last thing you’ll hear is: Welcome to hell, I’m the goat from Venezuela, brrr, ah (Neutro Shorty)

Yeah, you know me (what?, what, what?)
You know me
You know me, me (yeah, yeah, yeah)