Shrimp & Broccoli - V Don

It’s that Orangutan rap

King Kong hanging off the Empire State shit

Jane in my left hand

V hit my turf and you’s a dead man

These pills can’t hurt me worse than regret can

Santana Moss, I ain’t a Jets fan

Lambs wear broken, the plans get spoken

A hoe gets choked if she acting up

I’m channeling a code to Henry Hill

My mistress flew in from Brazil

I bought two choppers cause I’m feeling like the coppers on my tail

Shit is real, done

Son’n niggas like I’m stepdad

Dolla been clocking, serving Oxy up in Chem class

Turning people’s kids to fiends to watch my dreams come true

I mean somebody gotta lose if it’s a dub you pursue

He slumped in the coupe the color of moose

Back rubbing and he fucked the masseuse

Just my brothers a few blood niggas and guns in the crew

We unbudgeable

Look in the mirror and ask yourself nigga, fucking with who

It’s Dolla…

.357 recline ya, my bitch mouth is designer

No warning shots, this is just a reminder

Not to fuck with a young made trap boss

Ya limbs’ll get hacked off

So watch ya mouth, ya lips’ll get smacked off

My bitches get packs off and train like Angelina in Salt

Suck you to sleep and then they slip in the vault

You ain’t no thug, you caught a simple assault

My whole team got A-1 felony, fuck is you telling me

Funny nigga, look like Bill Bellamy

Counting stacks, pockets full of celery

Bodies in the cellar, two gym stars swinging like propellers

You a rat, and I ain’t tripping off of cheddar

Fake tough and get you wet up

All that laying up with hoes’ll get you set up

You say you getting money, put a bet up

Red bandana, wrap my head up, blood

This out the mud gang, 9 Trey gangster, this is blood gang

Coming for your block, and make it flood gang

Off every drug but I’m functional

Black, I’m never punctual

Dine filet mignon, you eating lunchables

I come around make you feel uncomfortable

Ain’t really with the fronting

Pull a stunt on me, that .40-cal is slumping you

Hunnit Round Hef…