Mongolia

[Intro: The Wire Sample & Action Bronson]
He knows my name but, my name is not my name
And you?
To them you're only the Greek
And of course I'm not even Greek
Yeah, Baklava, yeah
Hologram, yeah
That's comin' up

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo it's Mister 40/40 (Uh)
Dressed like I'm Treach from Naughty
A young brother that'll stretch your shorty (Damn)
David Caruso couldn't connect the story (What's up?), solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It's the jefe (Uh), Spanish women all over my body like I'm Machete holmes
All I do is write these esе poems
Let's get dustеd at the Mets game holmes (Uh)
Like sixteen handles, catch me swirlin' in the left lane home (Woo)
I don't even got my left leg on (Damn)
Tryna dance tonight (Damn)
This ain't your language that I sing, wrapped up my hands in ice (uh)
Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice
(Fuck me)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Hologram]
I eat African shrooms, while rappin' on tunes
Back in June when I clapped at your goon (Ahhhh)
My car color blue waffle, it's new and it's too awful
The limo driver Rudolpho will off you, new golf shoes (yeah)
Workin' on my birdie putt, you heard me, slut
Hurry up, curvy butt, uh
I need a bitch to go down on me (Down)
I mean really go to town on me (Town)
I mean really do a number on me (Suck that dick, bitch)
Supplyin' the leak, a few fiends died at my feet (Woo)
Got dealt a bad hand, off a half gram (Ow)
Feast or famine, give you a half xan
And throw you in the Grand Canyon (You fuckin' dead, haha)

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah, uh
Uh
Meyhem doin' good, that's a rumor that I heard
Wearin' diamonds, eatin' blue fin tuna
They wanna test me like I'm Bradley Beal
None of your motherfuckas real, my nigga pass the steel
Mass Appeal, mass production
Mass destruction, crime, corruption
Wine consumption
On a private island wildin'
The sun threw shade 'cause it's jealous of my medallion
Pitchin' and then compilin'
Late nights like Jimmy Fallon
Louis silk covered with dice, picture me stylin'
My life story is an open shirt outfit
We gettin' money, kid, you niggas ain't 'bout shit

[Instrumental Outro]