4 Brazy

I ain't playing no games I couldn't be broke I got in my bag and run up them digits
Bro got a new glock he quick to crash told him put it down help me run ups them millions
Bet I'm a demon she riding me pussy bald call it krillin I'm off the act they telling shit but I Don't got feelings
I might shoot up they spot for no reason feeling like MJ I ball every season
They say the love me I don't know the reason wonder if they mean killing season and I Meant it
Half a ounce and we split speaking cash or I don't want dealings 5 numbers what the bill Is real shit got to feel it

I'm 4 Brazy you know how I'm coming I hop in the action I ain't never been running
I fucked his bitch he mad or sum gave out da blueprint this shit won't nothing
Opps on shit and shit get to bussing
Niggas talk slick we ain't doing fussing
Stick up that bitch when we slide to your function
Shhh
Closed discussion dat bitch a bop and the pussy disgusting
Big bro in the field he known for rushing
Put money in the circle like a nigga was brushing
Don't got it on him why dat nigga was clutching
Slow it down I'm to real for the bitch
Try to back door I might kill da bitch
Young as hell clutching still and shit
Homie died y'all don't feel this shit
We was lurking Taliban turbines with a glock 17 tryna kill da bitch
And was running tryna save himself but we mad as hell tryna drill and shii

I ain't playing no games I couldn't be broke I got in my bag and run up them digits
Bro got a new glock he quick to crash told him put it down help me run ups them millions
Bet I'm a demon she riding me pussy bald call it krillin I'm off the act they telling shit but I Don't got feelings
I might shoot up they spot for no reason feeling like MJ I ball every season
They say the love me I don't know the reason wonder if they mean killing season and I Meant it
Half a ounce and we split speaking cash or I don't want dealings 5 numbers what the bill Is real shit got to feel it



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