LLAMAS

They call me BRACKO, bitch I ain't flaco
Flip ya head side ways like you eatin' tacos
Seen new emotions better check me for Stockholm
Only dude ima roll be called tabaco, bitch im not petty
Look is unmatched and my presence is deadly
Confetti whenever my project is ready
Cause boy im the one ya'll gon' see on the telly
We want them dollars, we want more comas
Fuck with the mamas, spit it like llamas
Do it like fire, this aint no carol I aint no Mariah
Bracko in this bitch, I get right to it
She a bitch I see right through her
Make my mark before I blew it
Leave next day before she knew it
Yall don't need to know my needs
Constitution, how it reads
White and red that flag my creed
White and red that's what I bleed
Progress, I make it up like no elevator
When them hoes lookin they turn to salivators
This my crew, Teller prod. Im the generator
On my toes I be shittin' on all the haters
They call me BRACKO, bitch I ain't flaco
Flip ya head side ways like you eatin' tacos
Seen new emotions better check me for Stockholm
Only dude ima roll be called tabaco, bitch im not petty
Look is unmatched and my presence is deadly
Confetti whenever my project is ready
Cause boy I'm the one ya'll gon' see on the telly
Fuckin on comas, comas
Fuckin on mamas, mamas
Spittin', like llamas, llamas
Do it like fire, fire
Do it like fire, fire
Ahh, now y'all act funny, fuck on ya rap I said get on ya tummy

Watch how im comin' im makin them moneys
Shit I got plenty, yall lookin like dummies
Coppers and Choppers, they don't really mix
Coughin and Choppin, we stuntin on licks
Puffin' up bangers, we do it for kicks
Runnin' a muck like yall pushin up bricks
They call me BRACKO, bitch I ain't flaco
Flip ya head side ways like you eatin' tacos
Seen new emotions better check me for Stockholm
Only dude ima roll be called tabaco, bitch im not petty
Look is unmatched and my presence is deadly
Confetti whenever my project is ready
Cause boy im the one ya'll gon' see on the telly



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