Red Dot Music Lyrics - Action Bronson

Think I can see a fucking halo 

About to meet my maker 

Brought a double cup of Drano 

Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable behavior 

With some psychopathic tendencies 

Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs 

Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy 

My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe 

They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me 

My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly 

And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping 

I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser 

Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it 

Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public 

We the republican government, abundance of substance 

Having consumption to fuck a bitch 

You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick 

And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest 

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I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit 

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick 

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth 

Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle 

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit 

Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit 

They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead 

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? 

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first 

After rapping take my people out for octopus 

We all deserve a dedication to the fandom 

Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn 

You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip 

Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip 

Shit, I'm on some shit 

Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime 

Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine 

And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils 

We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner 

Dawggie cause some of us just age sooner 

I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river 

Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver 

Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio 

I been wild 

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I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit 

Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick 

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth 

Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle 

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit 

Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit 

They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead 

So how'd I get this red dot on my head? 

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi sauce 

And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance 

I was a minor, chasing after vagina 

None of my friends were fake, but none of 

My clothes designer 

Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs 

I came from that basement now look at this view 

Making this money, blowing it all 

Fuck what you did, just show me results 

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker 

Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook 

If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book 

I see a lion in the mirror when I look 

Look, I lose money but I make it back 

I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that 

I get a fade and then I fade to black 

Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat 

Blat 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

I said it must be the drugs 

You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps 

Who the fuck is Mac Miller? 

This name say "crack dealing trap nigga 

Slash cap peeler, back with a black stripper 

Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker 

Too fat to snap zippers" 

And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller 

Now my minds first track figured 

A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer 

Taps slicker than past tiller 

Goes around the room like his cats get finna 

Oh you Mac Miller? 

The fact's filtered in the snapped picture 

My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper 

Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch 

Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture 

A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter 

I'll show you Beastie Boy 

You can't match your killer with that wigger 

I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller 

He got track fillers for a album 

If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker 

Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from 

Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony 

King, you're from a home of funny bones 

Not like quite the one I've known 

You look like, before you punched in flows 

You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row 

In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole 

You're a bully's Best Day Ever 

With those Nike's on your feet 

Coming through Blue Slide Park 

I'm gon' rob this chump 

On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump 

Nigga give me that shit 

I liked you better when you was Easy Mac 

With the cheesy raps 

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?