BERLIN - BROCKHAMPTON

She said, «Baby boy, why you looking grimy as shit?»

I’ll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink

If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?

We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct

Now look, look

Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link

So my ancestors can see me shining, tell me what you think

I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me

That pollution still ain’t stunt my evolution

What you choosing?

No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (Hoo!)

We live life like cheetah power up like Hummer diesel

Golden chain for niece and nephew

Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys

Metaphysics, need another dimension I can enjoy

She said, «Baby boy, why you looking grimy as shit?»

I’ll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink

If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?

We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct

Now look, look

Baby boy, why you looking grimy as shit?

I’ll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink

If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?

We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct

Now look, look

Reporting for the operation

I learned that the beauty is in the creation

I added my detail for decoration

So baby boy, what’s the occasion?

You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation

Avoiding social litigation

When that admiration turns into abrasion

Y’all can find another station

Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution coming soon

Rolling deeper than a dune

Howling at the moon, I’ll be back in June

Told my baby I’d be back in November

Did some Beatles shit to kick off this September

Crazy 'cause in 2010, I had some old friends

That thought I’d be another—

Go fucking figure

If I pull up out the tool

Riding still up on the roof

Seems like only legends do

(Check this, hot lookin' babes!)

Bitch, and that’s the fucking move

(I feel you, when she said—)

She said, «Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?»

I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink

If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?

We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct

Now look, look

Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?

I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink

If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?

We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct

Now look, look

Good riddance, goodbye

Out of sight, out of mind

Cutthroat every time

This time, I get what’s mine

Where the hell is your backbone?

Ducking me like whac-a-mole

Looking like an inflatable at a car show;

a spectacle

Lick my finger, bet I found the wind

I follow that shit wherever it blows

You hung yourself, that’s not my fault

I just supplied the rope, ugh!

Most thoughts, I don’t think twice

Make decisions I’ll die by

Never asked for the drama

But I’ll turn it into dollars

Dollars, dollars, dollars

«Do you think about me?»

Ohh, ohh