Doskuatro - BUD IN MY COAT Lyrics

I'm a
Bad apple, not the one you wanna grapple
That's facts like the bottle cap of a Snapple
Bad bitches, accent from the Big Apple
Ima get them on the steeple, chapel
People chatter but it's cap
When it's capped, all that matters is the matter of the fact
And I'm back with a vengeance like the Pattinson Bat
Ben 10 with the AP strapped
And some Red Stripes like the Cat in the Hat
And I been nice with the rappity raps
And I live life in the high way, Rascally Flatts
I'm a wascally wabbit in fact
I might just pop out the f*cking top hat
Onto the stage, how you feel about that
Swear when I drop I am not looking back
I need me some guap, can you tell me where it's at
Can you tell me where it's at
Bitch, thought I was gon' bust out the vocals
You don't know me, better dust off the 'focals
Got a lotta dirt ima brush off my shoulders
Chiefing in the burbs, I suss out the locals
I don't wanna chat hoe, f*ck out your clothing
What you wanna talk 'bout, Constantinople
Get on the ottoman, I'm bouta go loco
Bouta go psycho, cuckoo for cocoa puff
Put me in a popo cuff
The head go stupid like she don't know stuff
Pro with the balls, she my Coco Gauff
Better be careful, ima call your bluff
All them boys fronting like they oh-so-tough
I bet they prolly got a photo of me hanging on they wall, see me when they wake up
I got they photos on a bulletin board
Put money on my head, I'll put a bullet in yours
If I pull the pin, then you better hope Bruno Mars
Was talking to you, and telling the truth in his bars
Like the Met Gala, ima have you seeing stars
Like a damn telescope, I'll have you seeing stars
It's your boy Nicholas, Co-pernicus
Little bitch, memorize the memoirs
Cuban ass dude, I smoke hella cigars
Nicky on the mic like Jimi on guitars
Ima buy the whole squad their dream cars
Turn up the Nas, this world is ours
Turn up the nitrous, burn up the hybrid
But you know this shit all gas, lil mama
Go ahead and shake that ass, lil mama
Ima go get us some cash, lil mama
Can you tell me where it's at
It's in our palms, beach
It's in our arms, reach
It's in our hands
Ima get in my bag
Kinda like groceries
Kinda like clothing
When you vacationin'
I keep the shit packed
I keep the shit loaded
Keep it on the low
I got bud in my coat
Can you tell me where it's at
It's in our palms, beach
It's in our arms, reach
It's in our hands
Ima get in my baggy, baggy, baggy, baggy jeans
MJ and some baddie Billie Jeans
So much bud it's busting out the seams
So much blood is gushing through my veins
I could feel it rushing to my brain
Got a lil Russian with the cream
Got your shorty blushing when I sing
Coming to the cribby, I'ma tell her where it's at, yeah
We'll be f*cking til she scream
So much cum it's gushy in them sheets
Too much information, homie, that's my bad, yeah
That's my bad lil bitch
She be riding then we switch
Where's the rubber
Can you tell me where it's at
It's in our palms, beach
It's in our arms, reach
It's in our hands
Ima get in my bag
Kinda like groceries
Kinda like clothing
I got bud in my coat
I keep the shit packed