Текст песни Bucket Hat Brian - Brain Rapp

Bucket Hat Brian
With the fishing pole
Consistent with the lines
On the screen like a pick and roll
Move scene, pick a role, DBZ, Piccolo
Ghetty Green, Project Pat
Two Ps, triple oh
Three 6 mafia
Pouring up some coffee-yuh
I went pescatarian
I make a mean tilapia
Rosemary and cumin
My flows carried to humans
All this salad I′m dressing
They got me confused with Newman's
I′m zoomed in like a telephoto
Been that fella since
Razor phones and Hello Moto
Windows tinted elegance
With sixteen I tell the a photo
Tell me that's intelligence
Pop up on the tele
With some breaking new developments
P-P-PSA, puff puff, pass that
Up, up, be away, go where the cash at
Money on my mind, Lil Wayne, Carter 2
Big Brain, fuck em up, something cause it ain't hard to do

Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up

I been sick
My quarters are on quarantine
Loud as a chorus
I flourish, my forest green
Chlorophyll′d up
More leaves than the florist seen
Florescent with the flow
I been sure to beam
Every color of the spectrum
Falling from the rectum
Smell what the Rapp is cooking
Hooking through you septum
They nose I′m the shit
Take a whiff and respect him
Streams of income coming in
Cashing check's from
Your momma
Cause she paid me for a design
Photoshopping fly shit in my free time
I got this dough, B
So I got Adobe
Trying get this bread ho
Enough to build hoagie
Giving you the whole tea
Here′s another cup of this
Catch in me in a bucket hat
Scratching off my bucket list
Capturing the scratch
All these bills, it's reduckulous
The real fowl hold me down
So now we up in this

Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up
Bucket hat Brian
Bucket hat Brian
Fuck em up