Bruh... (Explicit)

Bruh... (Explicit) - Lil Dicky

Bruh

Bruh

LD

Bruh

A.K.A. stem cells

Errybody know the cat like a d**e meme

I got em' buzzing off the crack like a d**e fiend

They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve

Nowadays b**ches tryna crack got 'em ODing

Like how them hoes want to get it with L

They know it's cold enough to charge like a letterman sale

If they gon' stand behind the bars I'm in federal jail

I'm going far like a general mail

On that note I got the fellas saying what up the tape what up

The same mothaf**ker playing with his steak cut up

I'm great shut up the flowing no debate just us

I'm out of shape but I'm straight to f**k

Yeah you know I got a chicken in the condo

I was sick of getting off beat she a bongo

Now she playing with the hard d being rondo

Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a strong bow

How I'm'a do

I got your ex coming next like a w do

I gotta flex I'm the best now I'm being direct

I'm unimpressed by these b**ches that I see in the press

I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess

'Cause they as real when they rap as a chias a pet

They old news stocks plummet men's leg hair they ain't cut it

Forget about your era pat sum mitt

Finesse writtens

I wanna get a hundred b**ches and f**k with the spitting

Religous like a couple of post marital Christians

I've been official d**k Beretta a living

You better dig it like you b**ches got a mill in the ditch

I'm killing this sh*t I been kicking like a villainous ninja

My sh*t is gripping when I run it how the f**k I be slipping

I be intimate with them hoes she never flummoxed

I take chick p and smash I call it hummus

And I be funny with this sh*t I'm just playing

But still nobody f**king with the kid I'm just saying

Ah got a chicken parm on the date it seem

But I don't even know the broad she just grating the cheese

I don't even got a job I just blaze and free

But still they give a boy bands 98 degrees

So come f**k with me

I got a couple hundred b**ches doing *** with me

And I got a couple dozen b**ches tryna hug dicky

And I got a couple b**ches who be steady f**king me

Hey that's a good a** life

Only thing I got left find a good a** wife

But yo I gotta hit these hoes first don't tell mom

But in a year I'm'a bend over Michelle Obama

Bruh you know I gotta do it while I'm hot

I'm tryna get blue in most states like Barack

I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the rock

And put her on d till we o j watt

I never hit the scene when I do I'm high and wasted

I'm f**king with them jeans love them b**ches high waisted

I run around your team you a player but I'm Naismith

And I command v while you copy I just paste it face it

Hotel got 'em puffing on the l going harder than some hell

You ain't knew it

If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude

Spitting better than your dude can't do it

Telling me damn you got b**ches damn you got hoes

Damn you got money but damn I got flow

Damn you got riches damn you clothes

Damn you got honeys but damn I got soul

Hold up this sh*t I'm making's always tight it's like a yoga store

They all up in the other boat it's why I'm overboard

I'm taking time to do it right it's like a soda pour

'Cause we ain't loving all you b**ches like we spoken for

Damn packing the van wagging the man cracking the ma'am

Packing the stands had them clapping they hands

Tagging they 'grams Manhattan was ham

Slapping the fans playing having the plan

Fans rapping the jams sagging my pants

You see the type of sh*t I do on the track

Hot sh*t like I poop in the jacket

Won't Mack your b**ch but yo I'm bout to come and Mack your clique

Your whole friend group f**king with d**k no hetero

I yawn when I hear these motherf**kers on the radio

They ball all retarded cuba gooding up in radio

I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable

I'm past that I wonder who appreciate it like a snap chat

Affleck dunk the dude I'm going hard for the grind but I tuck this move

I made war with the rhymes motherf**k your crew

These b**ches going Adolf tryna f**k this Jew

I'm too nice like a motherf**ker that fell in love with a boo

Twice as in double as f**kable as he was

And dude tries to be subtle and get a cuddle

Venting the troubles and getting the truffles and ending up

Befuddled when she don't f**k him and someone tell him listen

You bugging she never f**king a pedestrian mother like you

So why all the trouble but he rebuttal with

I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought

Of being anything other than nice

Peeping like a port a potty

It wasn't even deep dang sh*t is still a hobby

It's too bad b**ches sleeping on me threesome

'Cause now these b**ches want to help but he don't need none

I'm all time like the wall at the bank

You've no shot like you drawing a blank

Honestly you probably couldn't hang man

I've been drawing a blank

Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank

So go in the rink chilling like stoning and banging

And I'm flowing danker than a grower in napa

Growing the stankist ****

Going rapping flowing smacking all these rappers

And showing the total package like my flaccid is growing fatter

Samoan cracker dapper rapper had to keep going

Yeah that rap is a rap I know you rappers napping don't know it

There's a dagger pita pappa tapping on the window

It's a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store

And I be snapping I mean I be splashing on the

Pay me your rain falling

Quicker than Aladdin's first name

Are you better than me

Bruh