Lyrics to Burfict! by Danny Brown & JPEGMAFIA
(You think you know-)
Like NASCAR (Check)
*** you better not go there (Style)
But you better get your mind right ‘fore I leave that *** all over that windshield (Uh-huh)
I’m real right, gonna stand on it (Uh-huh)
Raw how I ***, Plan B on it
It’s a wonder I ain’t got a lot of kids ’cause I just pull up and spray on it (Go)
Alright, okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you’re doin’ (Style)
I done came up in the ruins
Now I step out, it’s ahs and oohin’ (Style)
Baby, hey-hey, hey-hey, (Hey-hey)
Goin’ down like mayday (Yeah)
I’ma make a “U” when I do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo, baby (Style)
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
It’s hard like Sudoku (Uh)
So I put it in her duke shoot
Netflix and chill on a jail broken roku (Style)
Get new troops, *** with a loose screw
I’ma just shoot then yell out, “Too-da-loo” (Hahahahaha)
He was talking he a crpyto
Still sent his ass up to the moon
Actin’ like I know who he is, and I’m lookin’ like “Who are you?” (Style)
It’s Peggy and Danny, everybody know us in the cobra clutch (Yeah)
Got the game on a crutch (Yeah), and these niggas all- (Uh)
Gotta put on like we supervillains, we done just cliqued up
And you know I don’t know any other name tonight under the heavens
Walk in this *** with a Wock’ (A Wock’)
*** what you heard, ***, I’m toxic (I am)
Rappers be callin’ the cops (They do)
Civilians thinkin’ we opps (***)
***, the *** that I flash ain’t a prop (No)
All my exes done turned into opps
Gimme that Nancy, gimme that Ruth
Gimme that Barbara, take out the tooth
I feel like Trump when I step in the booth (Yeah)
Drippin’ like Rudy, you know how I do
Stick for the mooliani’s
(Click, clack) Now I’m playing zombies
Choppas like NATO, that *** come in caseloads
Dogs cover they face, that *** Mach-Hommy
Gimme that Rogan, gimme that whoo
Hit it like H-Town, knockin’ them boots
Dirty 30 and my *** now the truth
Frank Lucas got my *** feeling blue (Straight)
*** in the booth
Feeling like Speed who gon’ stop me? Not you
Couldn’t shop if the store ain’t have EBT too
Now it’s Venti pacca *** bring that money through
***, I do this for fun
They hide behind money like T.T.S. Duns (Ah)
I heard niggas wanna attack my show
***, do I look like Olivia Munn?
Okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you’re doing (Style)
I done came up in the ruins
Now it’s that prop, it’s ah’s and ooh’ing (Style)
Baby, hey, hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey)
Going down like mayday (Yeah)
Imma make a “U” when I do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo, baby (Step)
Yeah