[Hook: Brandon Sea]
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up

[Bridge: Brandon Sea]
Oh man, I guess I'm walkin' on sunshine
Cause every time I rhyme, pen precision, a fun time
American crime, catch me with some white lines
Tequila mixed with some limes, and then I go dive into some dimes
Ayyy

[Interlude: Brandon Sea & Naii]
Ayyo, let me tell y'all who the fuck I be (Tell em' what it is bro)
I'm the Osiris of the east (Ay tell em' what it is bro)
Brandon Sea got the mark of the beast (Punch em' in his fuckin face bro)
I speak in tongues, while drinking rums (What? What?)
And I put standups, back in they seats (Tell em' what it is boy)

[Verse 1: Brandon Sea]
I'm a god and I'm a sinner, white bruschetta with beef dinner
Scratchin' on my back, as my dick is touchin' all in her
The winner
I'm just tryna get up in some guts
Bust a couple nuts, then go off and uppercut some sluts
Nah, I ain't talkin women abuse, but I'm fed up
And my noose is lookin real loose, you couldn't last up in these shoes
Smack a pussy in the face, cause that's what I do
If you haven't got a clue, slow it down like DJ Screw
[Hook: Brandon Sea]
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up
Knuckle up pussy, knuckle up pussy
Knuckle up

[Verse 2]
On Verse two, representin' for my crew
I'm on Holiday, like my first name was Jrue
This shit I do is so easy man
ABC's 123 you gettin' queasy man
I'm spittin metaphors, I got your whole whore on all fours
Bustin' in her pink doors as I consent my tours
For world domination
This shit is pure pleasure, call it ear masturbation
The nicotine fiend sippin' lean with his team
While, livin' out his dream, plottin' moves for all the cream
Weighin' out the triple beam, but don't get it twisted
Cause' I will leave your brain shifted
Labeled as a misfit, until I grew older
Then my heart got colder, brush these hoes off my shoulder
Stand tall, I'm a soldier, fightin' till the war is over
The east coast beast with timbs on my feet
Won't ever face defeat, till' the cyphers complete
(Ah)