850 Music (Morimoto Drug Transactions) - Retch, Action Bronson

Hopped out of the fucking S550 into the 850

Admire my transition, bitch

In search of answers, the stone is missing, stakes is rising

No silver lining on the horizon, the sun is blinding

Cap of the mountain, it was covered in snow

Ain’t smoked the weed cause he was toting the dro, fuck that

Down in the foyer, paranoia is what I suffer off the marijuana

I’m looking like I’m fresh up out the sauna

Jumped in the wave pool, '11 Jordans they was grey cool

The bay stool is where I ate food

Unbelievable is what I turn into achievable

The elevator need a key to move

Her name was Sandra, had two kids, two baby fathers

I bang her pussy on the desk, caress the breast

Effervescent when I step out of the villa stunting

The leather jacket dog butter like a English muffin

Dissembled the guard, breached the fort, now I’m at large

Crashed the speed boat my uncle was pissed

Guzzled a fifth, toss the bottle, knock out a fish

Had her mouth to my dick and the wheel slipped out of my hand

Pardon me fam, don’t brag, but I’m living sumptuous

The arm candy so voluptuous, it’s Porter

I swear to god I look Egyptian in the Jeep

With a three year conviction in the seat

Courtside, Pistons vs the Heat

My hair slicked back like I’m Pat Riley

I’m like the Howard drumline with the black Tommy

Plastic money from down under

Butternut squash ravioli, sage brown butter

Big Body make the pounds stutter

Two inches off the ground hovering a beamer

Like Bobby Browns mother

Come and fuck with your man, dog

Serve dimes the size of hand balls, rocking sandles

Then hit Scandals, throw a Benz in the air

Then walk out, do donuts in front the whorehouse

All I want is raw mouth, please don’t stain up the lord’s couch

The Grand Marnier pours out

Don’t make me have to bring the sword out