Dean Martin Steaks (feat. Roc Marciano)

Woo
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah
Turn that shit up overall for me at home
It's chemical pills
Yo, uh, uh, yo, check it

Dope game, gold chain, camouflage suits
Black Range, Jag pink, Carolina blue
Masked up, flash bucks, marijuana poof
Play the booth, display a Dr. Malachi book
The pie cook, your eyes get the wide look
Provide kush, galvanize troops, advertise crooks
The beef got tied up by the hoof, swing on a hook
Your horse ain't on the hook, you're being cooked
Proceed and push, off in that plush European truck
I'm peein' in your cup, my G is seasonin' the duck
I popped up, your feathers got plucked, your peacock jumped
And get a cheap diamond G-Shock up
Then marvel at what's under the Starter cap, heart of rap
Bitch, stay in pocket like a quarterback
Thoughts of a stack before the snap
I got the bomb like I caught the pass
Then I enjoy a hot oil bath

Round of applause
I do what I fuckin' do
Yo, they got the steak and eggs with hanger steak
Two fried eggs
Two for the crew