CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Brush Em
Brokie, brokie
Nine shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA
(This is a Melo beat)
(Traphouse Mob)
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Diggin' that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a diggin' that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two .38's, three .22's
Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
F**k all my opps, they get it worst
My b*t*h got the chop, sh*t in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't ev?n trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Thos? not my opps, free Thano Brim
The f**k is Zanotti? N***a a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
Lost four of my straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f**kin on opp' b*t*hes
Kick 'em, and pa** 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showersWoo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, DayDay
Have you screaming through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the f**k are you talking to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, n***a, pay me
The f**k is these n***as gon' get back?
Took a flight to LA, got, they sh*t wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a n***a for a mixy b*t*h
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her sh*t wet, Aquafina
And I got that pu**y on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp' treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to n***as, I don't play with n***as
Got a bad b*t*h that'll tase a n***a
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n***a, woo back
(Traphouse Mob)
Uh, the f**k wrong with dem pu**y bwoy dem, eh?
Dem talk 'bout bombaclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
Wah dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pu**y deh, "Go suck ya mudda!" (Go suck-go suck ya mudda)
Nine shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA
(This is a Melo beat)
(Traphouse Mob)
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Diggin' that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a diggin' that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two .38's, three .22's
Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
F**k all my opps, they get it worst
My b*t*h got the chop, sh*t in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't ev?n trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Thos? not my opps, free Thano Brim
The f**k is Zanotti? N***a a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
Lost four of my straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f**kin on opp' b*t*hes
Kick 'em, and pa** 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showersWoo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, DayDay
Have you screaming through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the f**k are you talking to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, n***a, pay me
The f**k is these n***as gon' get back?
Took a flight to LA, got, they sh*t wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a n***a for a mixy b*t*h
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her sh*t wet, Aquafina
And I got that pu**y on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp' treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to n***as, I don't play with n***as
Got a bad b*t*h that'll tase a n***a
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n***a, woo back
(Traphouse Mob)
Uh, the f**k wrong with dem pu**y bwoy dem, eh?
Dem talk 'bout bombaclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
Wah dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pu**y deh, "Go suck ya mudda!" (Go suck-go suck ya mudda)
