Gentlemen's Club

Yeah big CRWN energy you know Brady for the motherfucking win
Big RYLTY shit ya know what I'm saying?

Brady for the motherfucking win
Ya know what I'm saying?

Uh

I'ma gentleman
Not a middle man
They familiar with em
Yeah

Keep it pimping man
It's super simple man
I just gotta keep it player

Fuck what them boys doing over there
Flight to the chi we land in o'hare

You got that shit that make people stare
From the hood and I'm tryna get under there

Polo man from my hat to my underwear
Used to have to wear shit that my brothers wear

I got a point I'ma make it clear
It's reasons me and all my niggas here

Its cleavers we chopping that beef in here
Still get love from some hoes I ain't seen in years

Never had shit in common with none my peers
Thanking god I get paid off my ideas

And I get so high I get lightyears
I roll a Backwood of my fears
Should I roll a Backwood of my haters
That put all that fuck shit on hiatus

We know Brady4thewin though
I start to go at the intro
I meet a dime and get info
Questions like girl what you into

On the weekends what you and your friends do
Tryna mingle with me and my kinfolk

And smoke packs of the good
Yeah that big dope
Hand her a cup she take big gulps

Catching plays
I feel like Ocho Cinco
I see that hate through a peep hole
I keep an eye on my people
See we could never be equal

My bitch the bomb she like C4
And your bitch is open like free throws
I turn a angel a freak hoe
Thought he was thugging got dboed

My dawg in the field he like Tebow
And he gone say fuck you like CeeLo
I had a drink maybe 3 4
See that liquor like glasses I see more

You see Leek you see me
You see Bishop Baby
You see Mxbby EA
And my nigga Brady

I just ball on a bitch
Like im T McGrady
Need a mansion
That came with a cleaning lady

I just really do this rap shit
My bitch really look like actress
And shorty a lady she classy
My youngings would say she a baddie

I run up on your hoe like a athlete
Then do laps in that bitch like a track meet
Plus I run with the bands like it's BLACKstreet
Oven doors is how my niggas pack heat

Shit I knew a nigga
Who swore he my nigga
Till I needed niggas
To show me something

Couldn't come quicker
Response from this nigga
Was brah I don't feel like
I owe you nothing

And see thats the thing
You don't owe me nothing
But I treated niggas like we was cousins

Decisions you make they got repercussions
And when that shit come
Hope you seen it coming

See me do lotta things
Never seen me running
I mean maybe jogging
Nigga not from nothing

R Y L T Y front runner
Crwn dropping its's a cold summer

These hoes pray on me
Like the dalai lama
Ain't no helicopter
It's a new chopper

Your bitch a junkie a pill popper
And your dawg a bitch he a click hopper
My dawg said he got that bully stopper
And this bitch a foreign
A fully auto

I drop a 4 in a cold moscato
They say my verses belong in Bibles

Tower over these niggas
This shit a Eiffel
And we gotta ball
Till we get the title

And shit I'm gone be there
Like lil Michael
Promethazine
Gotta whole Sprite full

All my ex hoes so spiteful
Wish they nigga do it how I do

Yeah yeah yeah

I got no opps just be niggas hating
I might take my lil bae on a baecation

Niggas still do all that player hating
Dont play with me go play Playstation

Keeping it g just my occupation
But these niggas be acting
Like Kevin Bacon

We smoking loud
Ain't no ventilation
I just gotta keep it player

I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it

I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it player
I just gotta keep it player witcha

Brady4thewin