CORRECT LYRICS
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(Yung Brando b*t*h)
b*t*h
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
n***a lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this sh*t tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this sh*t, b*t*h I'm true to this sh*t
We was just in a loft getting high den' a b*t*h
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my d**k
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that n***a in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that b*t*h just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these n***as won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street n***a, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this sh*t secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it
Don't take it personal cuz I ain't just anyone
You know that I put this sh*t on and I put it down
I sip that cup too much, you know I can't put it down
I smoke me a opp, now I'm rocking his fitted cap
Smoking on za now he think that he Shawty now
I tee up the function, finna f**k on a model now
What happen to bro, look at me, I don't know
Baby that n***a got hit with a solar flare
I f**k on your boo thing, you don't wanna come in here
Theres goons in the trap and you know we got guns in here
Slide in the club and you know I brought my gun in here
Blue hundreds, bet you thought I was Gunna dem'
My pockets on swole, she thought I was Big pun and dem'
Pull up to your block, I'm gunning everyone of them
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
n***a lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this sh*t tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this sh*t, b*t*h I'm true to this sh*t
We was just in a loft getting high den' a b*t*h
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my d**k
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that n***a in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that b*t*h just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these n***as won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street n***a, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this sh*t secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it
b*t*h
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
n***a lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this sh*t tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this sh*t, b*t*h I'm true to this sh*t
We was just in a loft getting high den' a b*t*h
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my d**k
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that n***a in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that b*t*h just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these n***as won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street n***a, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this sh*t secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it
Don't take it personal cuz I ain't just anyone
You know that I put this sh*t on and I put it down
I sip that cup too much, you know I can't put it down
I smoke me a opp, now I'm rocking his fitted cap
Smoking on za now he think that he Shawty now
I tee up the function, finna f**k on a model now
What happen to bro, look at me, I don't know
Baby that n***a got hit with a solar flare
I f**k on your boo thing, you don't wanna come in here
Theres goons in the trap and you know we got guns in here
Slide in the club and you know I brought my gun in here
Blue hundreds, bet you thought I was Gunna dem'
My pockets on swole, she thought I was Big pun and dem'
Pull up to your block, I'm gunning everyone of them
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
n***a lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this sh*t tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this sh*t, b*t*h I'm true to this sh*t
We was just in a loft getting high den' a b*t*h
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my d**k
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that n***a in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that b*t*h just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these n***as won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street n***a, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this sh*t secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it
