Buddha Man - Pyrex

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh

Bloody my diamonds from Africa, linin' 'em up like a bachelor (Yeah, uh)
She wanna know what I'm after (Yeah, uh), whippin' that coup like a master
I'm goin' big dog, mastiff, she tryna grind it, Thrasher (Uh)
You could never treat me average (Uh), I raised the bar and passed it (Yeah, uh)
Ran out of wind, lapped 'em (Yeah, uh), brodie got big boy ashes
Slow down and poured up in traffic (Slow down and pour), I'm on a four, fantastic (Slow down, pour)
Drippin' in rags, Emilio (Yeah, uh), whole lot of Gucci and Pucci (Whole lot of, oh)
Diamonds, they movin' like Uzi (Diamonds, they, woah), fuck it, my life like a movie (Fuck it, it's easy)
Whole lot of dope in a Loose Leaf (Grrt), I'm off a half, too geeked (Grrt, grrt)
Rollin' for days, no sleep (Grrt, grrt), jump out the coup, on all feet (Grrt)
Buddah man true on the jeans, blindfolded, buyin' Celine
I cut her off, she green, she tryna off the team (She tryna off the team)
Goin' for the champion rings, throatin' her, smashin' her brains
Off road, smashin' the Range, swervin', I'm crashin' the lanes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bitch from Panama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck her like an animal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, eat her like a cannibal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's fuck on cameras
Oh, oh, yeah, tell 'em 'bout how good it was
Oh, oh, yeah, don't try to show me love, we ain't there
Know you want more and more, that sounds fair

She wanna fuck in Italian, throwin' a tally on this bitch
Linin' 'em up and knock 'em down, lose my balance in this bitch Smokin' on a gasoline, puffin' on kerosene, it got me lit
Smokin' a pound of weed, pourin' a pint of lean, it got me bent
Countin' up old money, uh, lovin' that blue honey, uh
Whippin' up birds, Jumanji, uh, I'm at your throat like Bundy, yeah
Love her in Valentino, uh, thirty-six came with a kilo
Chopstick aimed at the peep hole, pink slip came through a repo
I'm sellin' bags to the reaper, uh, I'm sellin' crack out a speaker
I smoke a ton of that ether, I put it on like Easter, uh
Tint five percent, no see through, uh, Marni the fur like weasel
Black out the whip, look evil, Loewe shades, see through

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bitch from Panama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck her like an animal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, eat her like a cannibal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's fuck on cameras
Oh, oh, yeah, tell 'em 'bout how good it was
Oh, oh, yeah, don't try to show me love, we ain't there
Know you want more and more, that sounds fair (Fair)

Don't try to show me love, we ain't there
Know you want more and more, that sounds fair
Don't try to show me love, we ain't there
Know you want more and more, that sounds fair