CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Brush Em (Original)
Brokie, brokie
9 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 Louie bag, Louie bag, n***a diggin' that bag duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon' woo, I bet man 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 a chop, sh*t in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip, if I call Strеtch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim, thе 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, my straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f**kin on opp' b*t*hes, kick 'em, and pass 'em, yo, Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape for 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 showers, Woo 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, day, day, how 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 (Traphouse Mob)
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 boy dem, eh?
Dem talk 'bout bombaclot Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
What da mean? Uh
Tell 'em pu**y dey, "Go suck ya mada!" (Go suck ya mada)
9 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 Louie bag, Louie bag, n***a diggin' that bag duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon' woo, I bet man 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 a chop, sh*t in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip, if I call Strеtch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim, thе 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, my straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f**kin on opp' b*t*hes, kick 'em, and pass 'em, yo, Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape for 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 showers, Woo 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, day, day, how 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 (Traphouse Mob)
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 boy dem, eh?
Dem talk 'bout bombaclot Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
What da mean? Uh
Tell 'em pu**y dey, "Go suck ya mada!" (Go suck ya mada)
