Brown Boy
Brown boy back in his bag
All of my haters mad
You know that I got the juice
I pull up and hop out
In Dolce Gabbana
New drip from my head to my shoes
Really don't need a deal
I Feel like Lou Will
All of my bitches comin' in twos
No cap! (No cap)
No cap! (No cap)
Play with me boy you get clapped
Doze off take a permanent nap
Been cookin' up crack inna trap
Straight out the trenches with racks
Keep my racks in a Louis V sack
Louis V Huh? (Huh)
Can't judge me from my past cause i'm livin' too fast
I can't even help it 200 the dash
Got off my ass and I got in my bag
Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag
(Got off my ass and I got in my bag
Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag)
Took a year and a half
Turned myself to the man
I still do what I want
But I stick to the plan
I do what I want
And you do what can
Fuckin' your hoe and I'm fuckin' her friend
Pussy pink, but u know that hoe green
Said she fell in love, what the fuck do u mean?
Hit her once, pass her onto the team
I been hustlin' like Ed Edd n Eddy
Bust at ya brain like confetti
Fuck with the clique it get wetty
Been doin' this shit, I been ready
Been workin' so hard that I feel like theres two of me
Blowin' these racks like I just won the lottery
Chasin' the bag i'm wherever the money be
Money on me keep some racks inna Louis V
Brown boy back in his bag
All of my haters mad
You know that I got the juice
I pull up and hop out
In Dolce Gabbana
New drip from my head to my shoes
Really don't need a deal
I Feel like Lou Will
All of my bitches comin' in twos
No cap! (No cap)
No cap! (No cap)
Play with me boy you get clapped
They counted me out never thought I would win
But I knew I would rise if i kept goin' in
Man with the plan
I done ran up some bands
When I was down on my dick no one gave me a hand
I work while you sleep, so I live how you dream
I feel like I'm Uzi in 2016
Run down on the ops and I'm uppin' the beam
Green dot hit his chest and he started to scream
Kicked out the crib I had nowhere to go
I packed up my shit and then I hit the road
Slid to the west and I started a grow
Came back with some dough and I'm lettin' it show
I been through some shit I might spazz out
Dropped out of school took the cash route
They was hatin' they claimin' they fans now
They was hatin they claimin' they fans Now!
All of my haters mad
You know that I got the juice
I pull up and hop out
In Dolce Gabbana
New drip from my head to my shoes
Really don't need a deal
I Feel like Lou Will
All of my bitches comin' in twos
No cap! (No cap)
No cap! (No cap)
Play with me boy you get clapped
Doze off take a permanent nap
Been cookin' up crack inna trap
Straight out the trenches with racks
Keep my racks in a Louis V sack
Louis V Huh? (Huh)
Can't judge me from my past cause i'm livin' too fast
I can't even help it 200 the dash
Got off my ass and I got in my bag
Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag
(Got off my ass and I got in my bag
Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag)
Took a year and a half
Turned myself to the man
I still do what I want
But I stick to the plan
I do what I want
And you do what can
Fuckin' your hoe and I'm fuckin' her friend
Pussy pink, but u know that hoe green
Said she fell in love, what the fuck do u mean?
Hit her once, pass her onto the team
I been hustlin' like Ed Edd n Eddy
Bust at ya brain like confetti
Fuck with the clique it get wetty
Been doin' this shit, I been ready
Been workin' so hard that I feel like theres two of me
Blowin' these racks like I just won the lottery
Chasin' the bag i'm wherever the money be
Money on me keep some racks inna Louis V
Brown boy back in his bag
All of my haters mad
You know that I got the juice
I pull up and hop out
In Dolce Gabbana
New drip from my head to my shoes
Really don't need a deal
I Feel like Lou Will
All of my bitches comin' in twos
No cap! (No cap)
No cap! (No cap)
Play with me boy you get clapped
They counted me out never thought I would win
But I knew I would rise if i kept goin' in
Man with the plan
I done ran up some bands
When I was down on my dick no one gave me a hand
I work while you sleep, so I live how you dream
I feel like I'm Uzi in 2016
Run down on the ops and I'm uppin' the beam
Green dot hit his chest and he started to scream
Kicked out the crib I had nowhere to go
I packed up my shit and then I hit the road
Slid to the west and I started a grow
Came back with some dough and I'm lettin' it show
I been through some shit I might spazz out
Dropped out of school took the cash route
They was hatin' they claimin' they fans now
They was hatin they claimin' they fans Now!
Credits
Writer(s): Revanth Nedurumalli
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