I might just add a verse for no reason
F*ck it, ayo
Ayo
I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder
And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers
He threw me some game and I swear I won't fumble
Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer
Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla
The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger
Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie
Until he score millions, I won't leave the goalie
Pass 'em the mittens, he never betrayed me
The E30 sittin', the LT my daily
Engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor
When I move, it move, the transmission like Luda'
Catch up like packets, my new nigga pretty
Yo' new bitch is tacky like Busta Rhyme jackets
Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action
We exhale you inhale and asthma attack
Teeing off, niggas nauseous as f*ck
F*ck you thought? Bitch, it's GOLF
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank like, "Yes, indeed"
This shit going crazy, I swear I go crazy
I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby
We runnin' the thing (?) I just ran out of words
Tyler, The Creator - Bronco Lyrics
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I might just add a verse for no reason
F*ck it, ayo
Ayo
I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder
And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers
He threw me some game and I swear I won't fumble
Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer
Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla
The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger
Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie
Until he score millions, I won't leave the goalie
Pass 'em the mittens, he never betrayed me
The E30 sittin', the LT my daily
Engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor
When I move, it move, the transmission like Luda'
Catch up like packets, my new nigga pretty
Yo' new bitch is tacky like Busta Rhyme jackets
Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action
We exhale you inhale and asthma attack
Teeing off, niggas nauseous as f*ck
F*ck you thought? Bitch, it's GOLF
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank like, "Yes, indeed"
This shit going crazy, I swear I go crazy
I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby
We runnin' the thing (?) I just ran out of words
F*ck it, ayo
Ayo
I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder
And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers
He threw me some game and I swear I won't fumble
Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer
Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla
The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger
Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie
Until he score millions, I won't leave the goalie
Pass 'em the mittens, he never betrayed me
The E30 sittin', the LT my daily
Engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor
When I move, it move, the transmission like Luda'
Catch up like packets, my new nigga pretty
Yo' new bitch is tacky like Busta Rhyme jackets
Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action
We exhale you inhale and asthma attack
Teeing off, niggas nauseous as f*ck
F*ck you thought? Bitch, it's GOLF
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank like, "Yes, indeed"
This shit going crazy, I swear I go crazy
I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby
We runnin' the thing (?) I just ran out of words
Writer: Dominique Jones, Aubrey Graham, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Tyler, The Creator
Length: 0:57
Written by: Dominique Jones, Aubrey Graham, Wesley Tyler Glass