Combat by Danny Brown
Lyrics: I don’t give a ***
I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck
Tell me what’s up
All about the game, so I’m hunting big buck
Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long
Pass it down to me like a heirloom
The Henny got me wetter than Will ***
I die for this like Elvis
Boss up and shake down
Get it jumpin’ like a techno breakdown
Night young and we just gettin’ started
Let me walk on yard, the booze, it became party
Got smoke, of course
Goin’ up, fireworks on the fourth
Take mine, and I do it with force
Been with this *** since I jumped off the porch
Used to chop grams on my grandma’s sauce
Pay me what it costs, I ain’t tryna hear or
Tryna play round, you be hangin’ with (Huh)
Cop a pound and it put me down an ounce
Bust it open like them hoes came in
Got more bills than the Olsen twins
Focus, I can see where ocean is
Kush thinkin’ like it broke the wind
What it is, what it is, what you know about
Came a long way from that *** house
What it is, what it is, what you know about
Came a long way from the
All I cared about was the stacks and the stage
When it’s time to re-up, pull my partner out his head
Ain’t rocket science class, I ain’t tryna pass math
Put grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts
Anything could be my last, livin’ like that
Tripped over the ***, crippled by circumstance
*** gotta face the facts, mixed with your own
Sun spread your light, others make a marathon
Tryna live on through my music
The future influence, the next to do it
The odds are against you, kiddo
Likin’ everything from you, like a divorced widow
Tryna get it like the next negro
Want beef? You gon’ *** around and end up a vegetable
Tryna give you a little game
Get some, get locked, and back again
What it is, what it is, what you know about
Came a long way from that *** house
What it is, what it is, what you know about
Came a long way from the
It’s a combat zone
Everything, what they on
Red top, blue top
Get the green, hold the block
It’s a combat zone
Everything, what they on
Red top, blue top
Get the green, hold the block
It’s a combat zone
Tryna get that bag
Cash that lick, get that bag
It’s a combat zone
Tryna swerve around 12
It never fail when you goin’ through Hell
It’s a combat zone
Count that lick real quick (Combat)
Get the bag, get the bag, whatchu got
It’s a combat zone
Get that lick real quick (Combat)
Get the bag up, and the swag up
Before the poor pull back up