Words You Can't Pronounce (feat. Wry Fawkes & Mr. Mellow)

Yo Wry, Wryster, yo I touched down in Turks and Caicos yo man, hold up Hola cabrones, escucha me Alejate de mi playa ahora Ahora Hay idiotas aqui Okay Yeah I'm just chillin' and relaxin' Pinche gabacho Yeah yeah Was a travelin' man, unravelin' plans, slick Scramblin' like dismantling bombs with toothpicks World masticates your ass, laughs and spits Swig of Neuf-du-Pap, dab your scraps with bread sticks The bear could appear at any time, but those brackets Break backs, I rewire scrilla to break rackets So I land on Turks and cakes, sippin' McCoy Eyes on that turqoise sea, textin' my pageboy I'm a DeLonghi fiend, sun lifts its face Screamin' in mine, thinkin' in time I'll play bass Like Prince to MJ, laughin' like I caught a case Can't erase a true player, can't chase a new vapor While that real haze saturate air like Herc's prayer Sittin' back feelin relaxed stackin' up loopholes Time flows like kilobauds, while y'all prey hoes I'm prayin' I can fit through divine the keyhole Chilled Proseco rinsin' out my boca Quicken my tongue like Ricky Roma on coca Lips flappin' like there's a gun to my inseam Ribbin' thoughts in places, spaces unseen Sippin' on words that you can't pronounce Thots soaked in gin and ready to pounce Landed on the bad foot too bad to remount But a player's a player and we'll never bounce Watchin' birds at the bay poppin' Js Kick my chucks up Sippin' on Bombay, I'm a saucy boy I keep time like a Nex gone postal No biz and bifocal West Coastal Temperament like wet cement on a climax Fresh mint you'll wanna buy back Value increase, a fine line I'm a beast I sip these beauties like tax brackets all been decreased No desist no cease Sample markets like supermarkets with cheese Probably wouldn't care which musicians to please If it work, I got it, if it don't, who cares Like Wayfarers still contestin' the layers If your mouth didn't water the fodder didn't fire Keep hittin' that sweet spot til' the culture retires If your mouth didn't water the solder didn't wire Keep hittin' that sweet spot til' the culture retires Chilled Proseco rinsin' out my boca Quicken my tongue like Ricky Roma on coca Lips flappin' like there's a gun to my inseam Ribbin' thoughts in places, spaces unseen Sippin' on words that you can't pronounce Thots soaked in gin and ready to pounce Landed on the bad foot too bad to remount But a player's a player and we'll never bounce