Black Brees
Watch me step
I'm riding by myself
Because I only trust myself
I'm smoking by the hour but still adding to my wealth
I know that sounds crazy
These bitches want my money and they wanna have my baby
I'm 23, blowing OG in the Mercedes
Niggas that's boss shit
I ain't never loss bitch
Fucking on a vegan hoe
But shawty love my sausage
She like to fuck me often
She hit my blunt she coughing
And what I do
I just laugh in her motherfucking face
My choppa mean I make it sing Amazing Grace
Me and Maryn G got Ps up in the place
You ain't talking money nigga get up out my way
Oh what you say you wanna die to day
I knew that you was pussy I could smell it from a mile away
Moms gone cry today
Can't shed a tear when this Lil' chopper spray
Penny Hardaway
Dunk in that pussy then I call a day
We smoking runtz baby
I ain't romantic got no flowers
I got blunts baby
I'm the yo I'm cooking up just like the lunch lady
Give em hell
Fuck 12, fuck Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby
I'm the black brees
Toss the keys to the city
Come and match me
Two bottles two bitches in the backseat
That's one hell of a night if you ask me
If you ask me
Hell of a night
I need my bitch on her knees
Whatever I do niggas gone respect me
Move the work
Shoot you way from over there like Dirk
I'm shooting first
That's three shots, he got merc'd
I'm twisting up some shit that's got me forgetting
Really, I got one child but these niggas my children
Somebody baby mama say I'm they rock no milli
Damn
Fuck the bullshit get your paper
Don't tell them niggas all your moves
That's the risk you're taking
Them niggas blind in the field
Man they ain't gone make it
Bitch if I ain't got my gun then I be feeling naked
Bitch if I ain't got shit, I'm a fucking take it
Your bitch feeling me right now
She want to come to spot
I told that hoe chill out
I told that bitch to watch her mouth
I got some then kicked her out
We smoking runtz baby
I ain't romantic got no flowers
I got blunts baby
I'm the yo I'm cooking up just like the lunch lady
Give em hell
Fuck 12, fuck Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby
I'm the black brees
Toss the keys to the city
Come and match me
Two bottles two bitches in the backseat
That's one hell of a night if you ask me
If you ask me
I'm riding by myself
Because I only trust myself
I'm smoking by the hour but still adding to my wealth
I know that sounds crazy
These bitches want my money and they wanna have my baby
I'm 23, blowing OG in the Mercedes
Niggas that's boss shit
I ain't never loss bitch
Fucking on a vegan hoe
But shawty love my sausage
She like to fuck me often
She hit my blunt she coughing
And what I do
I just laugh in her motherfucking face
My choppa mean I make it sing Amazing Grace
Me and Maryn G got Ps up in the place
You ain't talking money nigga get up out my way
Oh what you say you wanna die to day
I knew that you was pussy I could smell it from a mile away
Moms gone cry today
Can't shed a tear when this Lil' chopper spray
Penny Hardaway
Dunk in that pussy then I call a day
We smoking runtz baby
I ain't romantic got no flowers
I got blunts baby
I'm the yo I'm cooking up just like the lunch lady
Give em hell
Fuck 12, fuck Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby
I'm the black brees
Toss the keys to the city
Come and match me
Two bottles two bitches in the backseat
That's one hell of a night if you ask me
If you ask me
Hell of a night
I need my bitch on her knees
Whatever I do niggas gone respect me
Move the work
Shoot you way from over there like Dirk
I'm shooting first
That's three shots, he got merc'd
I'm twisting up some shit that's got me forgetting
Really, I got one child but these niggas my children
Somebody baby mama say I'm they rock no milli
Damn
Fuck the bullshit get your paper
Don't tell them niggas all your moves
That's the risk you're taking
Them niggas blind in the field
Man they ain't gone make it
Bitch if I ain't got my gun then I be feeling naked
Bitch if I ain't got shit, I'm a fucking take it
Your bitch feeling me right now
She want to come to spot
I told that hoe chill out
I told that bitch to watch her mouth
I got some then kicked her out
We smoking runtz baby
I ain't romantic got no flowers
I got blunts baby
I'm the yo I'm cooking up just like the lunch lady
Give em hell
Fuck 12, fuck Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby
I'm the black brees
Toss the keys to the city
Come and match me
Two bottles two bitches in the backseat
That's one hell of a night if you ask me
If you ask me
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Writer(s): Coron Ousley
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