Brat

My lil bitch wanna act like a brat
Talk back, I smack that ass
She love that shit (okay)
I think she's it (okay)
Told her I'd buy her the finer things
Diamond rings, she wanna Mac with some laser beams
I love that shit (okay)
I think she's it (okay)
Told me she love me, she chasin'
I know she ain't love me, she wasted
Told me she love me, she chasin'
She got more bodies than Jason
She love this dick (okay)
I think that's it (okay)
I love this bitch (okay)
I think she's it (okay)

Im in the trap with a Mac
Bitch I talk my shit but you won't talk back
Stand on my money that's ten tall racks
When I stand on my money I look like shaq
All of my demons attack
Yo bitch on my dick and I hit from the back
I'm in the trap I be flipping them packs
And I keep me a strap because I cannot lack
I'm like top of the morning
Fuck it that bitch give me top in the morning
Smoking exotic that shit got me souring
My bitches erotic no they never boring
I go back in time just like a dalorian
I let it shine I feel like victorious
She gimme her mind it come with her sources
Im not into cars but I like them porches
I turn yo girl right into a slut
I caught two bodies lay down like a bunk
I'm smoking gas that shit like skunk
Back in the day they thought I was a punk
Now I keep choppers right in my trunk
Don't want the war I feel like trump
You say you hardcore grab me the gun
Hear a knock on the door bitch you is done

My lil bitch wanna act like a brat
Talk back, I smack that ass
She love that shit (okay)
I think she's it (okay)
Told her I'd buy her the finer things
Diamond rings, she wanna MAC with some laser beams
I love that shit (okay)
I think she's it (okay)
Told me she love me, she chasin'
I know she ain't love me, she wasted
Told me she love me, she chasin'
She got more bodies than Jason
She love this dick (okay)
I think that's it (okay)
I love this bitch (okay)
I think she's it (okay)



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Writer(s): Gray Kol
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