Al Bundy

Duration

3:04

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

What up motherfucker how ya living? whats good? all the way from the burbs to the hood. We just tryna live life right doing everything we gotta do to get by Tommy’s back to kick raps not about the trap boom bap blast while my baby sleeping on my lap I got the flow that everybody can vibe to hands up swaying can’t you feel it inside you? old school bars but I’m far from rusty trust me there’s nobody else that can touch me i must be disgusting if they’re what’s sick I am easily the illest in the ville you dig? come correct on the mic, perfect it, do it right, if we talking bout the music we’ll be here all night I am new to the game but a vet to the rhyme like morris day when i say that its always my time i’m so hungry feed the go fund me got a wife and kids plus a dog that doesnt love me broke no money, the hoes dont want me tom foolery must be the new al bundy yes ma’am i am al bundy yes ma’am i am al bundy yes ma’am i am al bundy dont just stand there tell somebody pick up the pen and then its over blowin out the trees man i aint never sober, full disclosure i am ill like the beasties, flow’ll leave you queasy easy does it sweetie got enough to feed the needy kill the beat like old yeller, dog times are gettin rough tell the bank teller stuff the bucks inside the duff then I’m out this bitch like a pride parade but first i grab my dick with a smile and wave like what up to my homies we about to live better, get that cake by the ocean in a cashmere sweater I wanna be a king in this city they should know the name blowin up the game nothing ever gonna be the same