Pompeii (from The Cook Up) Lyrics

You way out of your league

I'm like hey batter batter I can feel the breeze

Chinos and dungarees man please

Grown man doing this music with both hands

Finesse it like slow dance

Caress her like cold brandy

All these women like the boy is mine no Brandy

I'm just tryna make it to the Grammy's

With eye candy

Savage Randy how can you stand me

Out it Miami doubt and get handled

Word to the family

Too cold when I do shows

Switch to a new flow

Tell my old bitch I want some new hoes

You gotta love it

Cuz I do it out in public nigga fuck it

Two tears in a bucket list

The new kids can't fuck with this

Barbecue ribs sustenance

Fuck the police and governments

Man the rap game crazy but I love this shit

The fire will have us all

And we will all die together

Before the death itself today

The city will fall

But the fire will take us all

Hedonism and excess express

Looking best dressed for the execs xxx

More sex more money more checks

No text send nudes no sweat

No tact one mo tat get fat

It's wack with an AR-fifteen at ya back

What ya lack can be stacked with a stack

If you black then it's rap

Or it's crack or a snap card

Tryna break the back off the backboard that part

If it ain't attached then it's back to the blackboard

Dudes never clap but they act hard

Lack heart get locked back then react with the black card

Cops like John Wayne

Drops like bomb plane

Bombs over Baghdad

Gas over Bombay

Crime pays blowin up

Pompeii

That's actually all I wrote... so

Good night everybody!!