Action Bronson Pepe Lopez Lyrics

Bam-bam, welcome to Blue Chips 2
Hear me? I know you see me, ah
You're looking gorgeous in every portrait, aha!

I got the '89 Firebird
Guns like Wyatt Earp
Before I do business
I want to know the buyer's worth!
Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt
I eat dessert while your bitch flirt, uh
Ship work to a mic out in Pittsburgh
When you're focused strict terms are never misheard
Shift get disturbed
Twist Earth, lift the nerve
Shit, I got a lot of nerve
Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse
Rambo knife in the Escada purse
Lester Diamond in the face, chase
I'm in the gray 8
Restaurant, I order rabbit like a playmate
Suede snake, crocodile silk,
Barely legal Brazilian mamie all on the quilt
I twist a bitch like Wilt, built
I spit the shit the people feel, uh, yeah!
Let me take it out to Coney Island, uh
Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uh
Jones Beach Field 6, uh
Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uh
Flushing Meadow Park shit, uh
Barbecues with the Mexicans
Get my motherfucking drink, man
Damn, this is bam-bam
This is about to be some shit
Blue Chips 2, bitch
(Owww!)
We so motherfucking out here
Owww!
I wear a bib all motherfucking day

[Outro:]
Motherfucker, you knocked my teeth out!
Hey, Sticks, come on!