Brooklyn Badness W.Y.F.L Freestyle lyrics

[?] Brooklyn Badness Yeah, Look Just touchdown in the yard, celebration dance Touchdown with the squad This is not a local touchdown We're abroad, let's rap about it though Touchdown like the pod Bank like TD, Touchdown with the card Pick six to kick it, touchdown with the broads She on all fours, touchdown like a quad So I had to run it back, touchdown 100 yards Keep me in the end zone, not the friend zone Got to get you gemstones on your skin tone Fruity pebbles for the 10, not a tin dome Ass make the bedrock like the Flintstones Tricks of a kids and it's money been grown And I get under skin like a ingrown Up on these, you would think I sent drones Where they try to cross, you would think I went chrome Trying to get me on a camping for pink phone Trying to dip with my jewels like I'm Jim Jones We don't really book rooms, rent homes Put away that sprint phone or get sent home It's a secret society, all we ask is trust Only doing it to the max is us Paper coming through like they was faxing us So we got to keep chop like it's a axe with us That's how we stepping through that 876 Cake very thick like a plates never miss Pussy taste like rum punch take every sip Yo, I used to serve a J that was cool as LL I was selling butter soft like a pel pel I remember back spot trips for 12 12s Now I'm doing bad mind in 1212 First night drinking light just chilling, thinking life Then it's back to the villa with a team Lincoln Heights Tell them follow Porsche truck, hit the blinker lights Next day hit the next party, pink and white Then we go tropical, heard it be popping tool Rain can't shut it down, Bob's unstoppable My dog Anthony, just sent the address And big Larry bringing Brooklyn badness We only got room for another bad bitch Let's seize the Sunday, hopping like the rabbits Shout out this leg, got the Rick on display Know I had to come silky when I came to risque, hey