Driving Gloves - Gangrene, Action Bronson

Leather driving glove rap

Straight up

Totes, toke that

Fuck sales, on the road to getting rich off of touring

And that’s one thing for sure, like a shit in the morning

Shit, never a cold toilet (never)

I need a bitch with a pussy like a little league glove

I’m the epitome of, all fly shit jacket to the shoe sole

Two shooters, Flanagan, Caruso (Irish)

Fly girl stuffed the drug in her caboose-o

'I see Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo'

My eyes sparkle like a diva’s mirror

Make dykes reconsider how they fishing in the river

Leave your sister, sit n shiver

Bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop

Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top

Old school shit, nuttin' in a tube sock

Safe to say you ain’t much without your crew, hop

My time is now like a new watch, it’s me

Lumberjack rumble in the jungle

Live from the bungalow where I package a rap bundle

Straight funnel, sugar cakes, I’mma bumble

Bee that’ll sting you and flee without a rumble

Hand sanitary, shooters on the team, Danny Ferry

Fettuccine bars, pot belly

Double-G Bronsonelli on the radio and the telly

I chop like the Habibi at the deli

Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon

I’m a chicken-hawk, hungry for a victim

Wires trip 'em, blow the woofers out the system

Non-exist 'em, take away the shine and eclipse 'em

I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono

Pockets Trump like I just struck the lottery, lotto

Just me and you, mano y mano

Joints buckle, knees wobble

Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble

Uh, look, hey

I’m as far as the stars have told

I’m trying to clock a few mill before a nigga gets old

Heart is cold, froze from the ice and a whole arctic pole

Bang my old art out of a Bose, I suppose

Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati

But I’m really in a Mazda getting high with a hottie

Probably too high to drive, Fear n Loathing in the body

All I see is lights flashing like I’m at a Vegas party

Benicio, circle around my eyes

Feel like I ain’t slept, for about twenty nights

You look like you just fell down forty flights

I keep a shorty right cause Oh ain’t nothing nice!

I got a bitch to put the heel to the pedals metal

With shit hotter than the devil’s kettle

Never settle, get the gloves for the handle

Shit, I put the fire to 'em, watch 'em melt like a candle

It’s on!