Alumni - Don't Mean to Brag Lyrics

Look
My dick the size of Lebron's armspan
And my kick game like Jean Claude Van Damme
Damn, I got bars and I'm gorgeous
Important, I'm movin' up quick, like a forklift
I spit raw, my 16s is ruthless
The kid dress clean like saline solution
I'm crazy and stupid when cameras is on
'Cause my raps pack heat like tanning salons
What the f*ck is you on, saying Kels ain't nice?
Guaranteed, you don't want it, like cellulite
I spit crack, they call it that hard white
With a snapback on, like Bane from Dark Knight
Yikes
Go on, run and tell your friends The A's back in the lab
And we got more singles in us than a bachelor pad
We're here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year's fads, y'all still rappin' 'bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We're a four-alarm fire, you're a flash in the pan
The Bruce Banner brothers, that'll smash when we're mad
You're a one-trick pony, homie
I don't mean to brag, but
My dick game similar to Mexican boxers
Constant pressure to the pussy, or cross me as a goner
I'm a monster, attack your girl's body like Cotto
Shaved my head, now Puerto Ricans want me in their photos
Oh no
I guess I'm vain on occasions
I'm a quarter Mexican, the rest is amazin'
Beats by Chase M
Sound funky like twelve slapboxin' Jamaicans
In the elevator, haze in the air from blowin' trees
Not from the teasin'
Piecing blunts with Mic Jordan 'til my lungs start bleedin'
The A is back, you f*cks can start breathin'
Grab your muskets or duck, bitch
It is schmuck season
Go on, run and tell your friends The A's back in the lab
And we got more singles in us than a bachelor pad
We're here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year's fads, y'all still rappin' 'bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We're a four-alarm fire, you're a flash in the pan
The Bruce Banner brothers, that'll smash when we're mad
You're a one-trick pony, homie
I don't mean to brag, but
I'm kinda like a big deal, like it or not
You kinda stuck in a city, around niggas that's hot
You don't want it with Mahtie, I will clown your ass
F*ck your faux-hawk
I'm the type to scuff your Vans
Trash bag rappers bring laughter and make me smile
You got an album out, nobody knew about?
That's wild
Not Cypress Hill, but be real, I'm always gonna sin, dog
You wear your heart on your sleeve?
I will offend y'all
Your shoes look thirsty, and you can't dress right
Your bitch staring at us like deer in headlights
Got you scratching your dome, call it head lice
Now get the f*ck off my dick and get your head right
Go on, run and tell your friends The A's back in the lab
And we got more singles in us than a bachelor pad
We're here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year's fads, y'all still rappin' 'bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We're a four-alarm fire, you're a flash in the pan
The Bruce Banner brothers, that'll smash when we're mad
You're a one-trick pony, homie
I don't mean to brag, but
I'm too cool for school, to hot to go to college
Drug addict, white rapper - imagine how proud my mom is
I'm dope, I'm fly, I'm fresh to death
And these chicks f*cking love me, but I digress
'Cause I don't mean to brag
I'm lyin'
I'm on the rag, and I'm dyin' to tell you
About how God damn fly I am
I've been getting mad, and lately, I wanna stab
The next douchebag I hear using the word swag
I've been the f*cking man, it's obvious if you witness
That my ego's twice as big as Kellyn says that his dick is
Let's not talk about my cock, not that it's small
It just looks that way 'cause it's sitting on top of my balls
And I got a massive scrotum to hold 'em
I told 'em
The skinny dude in the crew could still be the most bold
On stage, dropping my drawers, boxers and all
F*ck the balls, man, I'm going all in
Cock to the wall