Brinks Truck Freestyle

Huh!
Scoochie
The Colleagues
Huh, Gucci
What up?

Huh, Pounds done blowing
Pinning like Tupac
Pitching me rollin' (huh)
Big bank, roll bowling
Ballin' on the' niggas like
I just came home, man, huh!
I'm script club stormin
Early in the morning, whippin' up like a performance, huh

Got a show in Houston, popped another pill
And it boosted my endurance, huh (Gucci)
And it's a flash flood warning
I won't throw in money, you would think I got a horn, man, huh
And these niggas can't horn, man
It's Gucci Malafleur and it bring squad on, man
Huh, Gucci (Gucci)

Huh
I say nothin', but I don't give a fuck
Why you niggas always got to do what you see Jelly do?
Why you niggas can't do your own shit, you feel me?
You niggas, you niggas ain't got no originality, man
That's what make me him, nigga
That's what make me him
I always do me, I ain't never did you, niggas
You niggas always do me
Or him!



Credits
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Karl Powell Jr.
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