Broccoli (feat. Lil Yachty) - DRAM/Lil Yachty

Written by：Lil Yachty/D.R.A.M.

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I I'm beyond all that

Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine

Ni**a touch my gang we gong turn this sh*t to columbine

Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3

30 000 dollars for a ni**a to get flee

I just hit rodeo and I spent like 10 gs

I just did a show and spent the check on my mama

When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas

And I keep like 10 phones damn I'm really never home

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on

Ni**a get your own tryna pick a ni**a bone

Weight up on the scale boy I had a good day

Metro cs trapping boy I'm making plays

50 shades of Grey beat that p**sy like hulk hogan

I know you know my slogan if I ain't bout guap I'm gone

Niggas hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose

Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze

Put that dick up in her p**sy bet she feel it in her toes

I'm a real young from the 6 throwing bows

I'm a real young from the 6 throwing bows

Real young from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party b**ch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that p**sy easily

Said that I can hit that sh*t so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I I I'm beyond all that

Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

Say I'm beyond all that

I got companies and pesos

I got people on my payroll

She don't do it less I say so

I don't smoke if it ain't fuego

I just sauce em up like prego

Fettuchini with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega

I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself OK you're special

But I treat you like my equal never lesser

I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world stepping

That's what I call epic

Couple summers later I got paper

I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face dread headed

Golden diamond teeth wearing

They just mad cause I got that cheese b**ch I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party getting lit to yachty

With a spanish barbie word to my mommy

In the middle of the party b**ch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that p**sy easily

Said I can hit that sh*t so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily