Brittany Spears
They cant hold me naw
6Ft In her jaws
What
What
I'm taking all
Mr. catch 'em
I catch 'em all
You heard me?
You are not my homie
Reason we don't shake hands
I got word that you was a fan
You pay for my bitch only fans
When we cook
We washing dishes
Strong weed
LA Fitness
Oh my gosh
Oh my goodness
Pour it out when she not looking
Measure syrup while we kissing
Look I just made my decision
All you niggas suckers
Drilling
Now I'm on a mission
OK
Move something
Get that bag up
Say lil mama bring drugs
And some backup
Get funny
And nigga we act up
Clappers they kick
Like a snare or a bass drum
Imma carry the weight
And won't break nun
Feeling stuck in the house
Ima take one
Charge up
Ima spazz
Bitch im Gohan
Either fake or they phony
They dead wrong
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
That boy outta there
Don't cover your eyes
When you see me
Shoot wit them open
Alive like beegees
If you caught me without it
A freebie
Nigga won't happen again
With them BB's
Some them niggas around me
Like Chief Keef
Ring out my shirt out from the blood
Like a squeegee
And I had to stand up
On my two feet
This is the end
So now do you feel me!?
Is that all ya got?
Come defeat me
Ain't it cute
That ya son wanna be me
I can't wait till my ma see the tv
So she know that ain't on a kill streak
But I'm close to the nuke, do you see B?
Fuck a lung, ima shit out my kidney
Coughing breaking her spine from the OG
Fuck the law, let em try and control me
Bitch
Huh
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
What you niggas fear
Slatt
6Ft In her jaws
What
What
I'm taking all
Mr. catch 'em
I catch 'em all
You heard me?
You are not my homie
Reason we don't shake hands
I got word that you was a fan
You pay for my bitch only fans
When we cook
We washing dishes
Strong weed
LA Fitness
Oh my gosh
Oh my goodness
Pour it out when she not looking
Measure syrup while we kissing
Look I just made my decision
All you niggas suckers
Drilling
Now I'm on a mission
OK
Move something
Get that bag up
Say lil mama bring drugs
And some backup
Get funny
And nigga we act up
Clappers they kick
Like a snare or a bass drum
Imma carry the weight
And won't break nun
Feeling stuck in the house
Ima take one
Charge up
Ima spazz
Bitch im Gohan
Either fake or they phony
They dead wrong
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
That boy outta there
Don't cover your eyes
When you see me
Shoot wit them open
Alive like beegees
If you caught me without it
A freebie
Nigga won't happen again
With them BB's
Some them niggas around me
Like Chief Keef
Ring out my shirt out from the blood
Like a squeegee
And I had to stand up
On my two feet
This is the end
So now do you feel me!?
Is that all ya got?
Come defeat me
Ain't it cute
That ya son wanna be me
I can't wait till my ma see the tv
So she know that ain't on a kill streak
But I'm close to the nuke, do you see B?
Fuck a lung, ima shit out my kidney
Coughing breaking her spine from the OG
Fuck the law, let em try and control me
Bitch
Huh
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
How did I get here
Pop a bean
I'm Brittany spears bitch
Duck and weave through all them busters
That boy outta there
Ain't had no hit in years
Grab the clutch
Start switching gears
Failure to my peers
But pressure what you niggas fear
What you niggas fear
Slatt
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Writer(s): Jabril Reed
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