Super Buddhist Bros.

Ten toes, Ten Toes My monks don’t fold Nirvana the goal Super Buddhist Bros Yes I’m a Buddhist, but f*ck with my homies, that namaste shit flying right out the window Dicing you niggas like craps and we slice with precision like samurai, Rest In Peace Kimbo Shots at yo cranium, bullets got you going low like you playing a hard game of limbo Keep my circle tight, it’s never new faces cuz niggas and bitches switch up like Nintendo Bringing the Ruckus like Wu Tang Bolt to Nirvana like Usain Flow never store-bought, it’s Homemade Shit can get hairy like Rogaine One snap of my finger it’s End Game All you gone hear is a Big Bang Never lose shit, bro I go gain Comin to get’cha like Boogeyman Ten toes, Ten Toes My monks don’t fold Nirvana the goal Super Buddhist Bros. Living the Suite life just like Zack & Cody And f*ck all the phoneys Was never the Homies But wanna link up when they see all the Goldie and Rollie’s At the start of it man, you was a goalie What the f*ck?! You not a vrodie! Get the f*ck back before I get unholy! Ten toes, Ten Toes My monks don’t fold Nirvana the goal Super Buddhist Bros