Brossface Brippler

It doesn't stop for him walks on (Grr, ayo)
'Cause he don't want you to know that
You can walk on the water
Well, I'ma tell you right now grr

Ayo, rocking Calabasas out in Calabasas
Tuck the MAC in
Off White fatigue with the army patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm Angels
Star spangled
Draco blew his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, sipping Veuve
My lil nigga dropped out the
First day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote my celly
Louis slides doctor Romanelli hold the Desi
Switch the bust to the gold Presi'
Who that nigga usually shoulder laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas
Plug loafers made of cobra
Handle rock like Villanova
Gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for them TEC
Toter, get the Lex chauffeur, yo
(skr) i dare one of y'all to
Step on the Wave runners
Plain summer, hit the West Coast
His brains in the luggage
Make you suffer but you love it (Ah)
Make you suffer but you love it
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wang bucket, chain tucking 'fore it's took
You want a yard but you shook
My nigga went to trial and got cooked
He should've looked both ways
I got rich off of cocaine
Yours never came back, what a shame

Yo, hey look my dog'll slit your throat for
A brick of coke
He walked in the credit union
Then he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price
That's what my kitchen grossed
Illegal business, my scale off balance
And my blender broke
Griselda on another run
And that's major facts
And y'all put guns in hands of
Niggas you know ain't gon' clap
I got the 38 on strap wearing Raiders black
We switch pistols, did missions
Then we traded back born in the era
In the '80s when the smokers
Hit the corner and they cop with
A baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs
That's what made me whip the soda
If I don't answer for the plug
That's gon' make him miss his quota
Uh huh, it's crazy
We came up from doing all this evil
Sold dope with so much cut
That it clogged they needles
And being real, for this long
Gon' be hard to equal
This for the hustlers who got on
And fed all they peoples
My niggas stand up, my Glock shoot straight
Crime do pay
These Nike boxes not for shoe space
Y'all got due dates, for one charge
Did time in two states i put pictures of my
Kids up applying toothpaste, uh
This gon' be a real heartbreaker
And I stand by it can flying
Blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nigga
My whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood on a long apron

I cut coke like I'm chopping beats
They call me Mr walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke
They call me Salt Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack while I fuck
'em in a short stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout flipping coke while
I somersault the yay
"Your coke good but you'se a worker"
Is what you're 'posed to say
At a hookah lounge with
A waitress serving coke
Now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth this evening
Pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your bitch 'til she
Sleeping, so my bread
You'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off
The K, developer
Molding and shaping the predator
Better off the prey, despite how kneeling
They often pray
It's like I'm still bagging
Crack with Federico
Blade accidentally split your finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico
Bendito, sorry for all of you
Niggas that became victims
While we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even when I'm
In my street clothes
This motherfucker distribute butter like I'm
Spreading it on wheat toast
So much bread the money bag swell up
We getting it in each loaf

Because he don't want you to know that
You can walk on the water
Well, I'ma tell you right now