Brazil (feat. FGM Phil)

I stay in the game like i'm stuck in da field
If i'm not on the up then you can't get a deal
Talk my shit like I'm Phil
He tried to run off but the chop made him yield
I can't tell a bitch how I feel, for real
Bitch tried to use me asking for a bill
He kill in his raps but in person he scared
They calling me sammy the way i'm so trill
If he got the drop then I make him spill
Flow too sick it could've made you ill
Pull up to her crib then she know the drill
Big brah got a bitch and she came from brazil
Wont believe all the lies in my head that she fill
Rap shit too easy cant call it a skill
He said he got three but I gave him nil
He said I wont shoot but I know I will

You say you a man nigga you is a fan
Imma walk down in my vans and i'm letting it blast
He tried to run but we still on his ass
Said you want the smoke we walk up with no mask
I'm shooting bullet's nigga fuck a stance
I just want the head you can keep on ya pants
Factory glick put his ass inna past
Tryna be a big dog so I ain't coming last
He want a zip of some za he get taxed
He ain't tryna buy Then we get on his ass
That bitch let me fuck cause I threw her some jazz
But bitch I ain't dumb you ain't getting my cash
Brodie might slide on his rip drop a hunnit
I'm just tryna fuck imma keep it a hunnit
Cut off my man's cause he wasn't a hunnit
You can't tell me bout shit you ain't ran up a hunnit
Got off on him sold his lil ass a dummy
My Baltimore plug steady calling me dummy
My Baltimore bitch let me fuck like a dummy
You sliding for me imma slide for you dummy
Step on his block niggas know how we coming
Cut off that bitch cause she told me she love me
Just tryna fuck bitch i'm tryna get humpty
You can't spend the night so don't even get comfy
Out west ducking pot holes shit getting bumpy
Smack knocks on his face got his shit lookin lumpy
You chasing a high you ain't having you junkie
That bitch jumping wood to some wood like a monkey
Paper route we chasing money
I ain't what you need ain't gon lie to you honey
Bro setting up shop open monday to sunday
That lil boy ain't savage he straight from montgomery

I stay in the game like i'm stuck in da field
If i'm not on the up then you can't get a deal
Talk my shit like I'm Phil
He tried to run off but the chop made him yield
I can't tell a bitch how I feel, for real
Bitch tried to use me asking for a bill
He kill in his raps but in person he scared
They calling me sammy the way i'm so trill
If he got the drop then I make him spill
Flow too sick it could've made you ill
Pull up to her crib then she know the drill
Big brah got a bitch and she came from brazil
Wont believe all the lies in my head that she fill
Rap shit too easy cant call it a skill
He said he got three but I gave him nil
He said I wont shoot but I know I will

Know wrong shit make shit right
Why you buying a gun if you still gon fight
Jay scoring the drank imma get me a pint
Got a bad bitch cranking she saying i'm nice
Lemme give you a word of advice
Better grab you a gun or get sharp with the knife
These niggas be watching they creep in the night
Stop dealing with hoes and go find you a wife
If not go run up a hundred tonight
Tryna stay out the streets with a beat and a mic
And i'm loving this ting from brazil she my type
She a hell of a cooker she eat it up right
How the fuck you ain't catch him if lil bra stroffin
Im swerving on fifty I'm riding a foreign
I'm hearing the beeper it's four in the morning
It's cash app time we sliding to florida
One in my dip, i'm taking his rocket it stay on his hip
He been throwing up C's so i'm thinking he crip
But I'm making him bleed so his set gon trip
Lemme set shit straight I ain't rocking with either gang but any nigga getting hit
It's me and Guap taking shit down on the rip
Been cranking this shit since arm and a leg

I stay in the game like i'm stuck in da field
If i'm not on the up then you can't get a deal
Talk my shit like I'm Phil
He tried to run off but the chop made him yield
I can't tell a bitch how I feel, for real
Bitch tried to use me asking for a bill
He kill in his raps but in person he scared
They calling me sammy the way i'm so trill
If he got the drop then I make him spill
Flow too sick it could've made you ill



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Writer(s): Lul Guap
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