Brody Came Bussdown
All Out War
Woo, nigga, woo, oh my goodness, he too
Buddy gang, bust down, he got cardi in his wrist
I heard Torrent to the town, you know I got a tiger wrist
Niggas, woo, woo, woo
We done in Tennessee, I heard Sarban to the tight
He tryna hard me on the gram, he only hard when he tight
My hoodie sick, tryna quit the drugs, I think he fucked
But I got all these damn drugs, I bet you wanna come and try
Call him PJ, hoes, fuck, I'm talkin' to my oppa
I know the feds tryna listen, gotta talk to me, I'm proud
I think the opps givin' up, cause all they members thrown
Put your trust in the slot, cause all these bitches want bullshit
448, come and grab it for 13
I gotta sex it to it, bitch, you see them racks up in my jeans
I talk about a cool down, he gotta have it with the lean
I take this hat off and give some magic to my fiends
Brody swipin' cars, he say all these bitches dirty
Fuck the Barbie on the balcony, I'm livin' in a dream
I see the time, sorry behind of me, I'm finna push the speed
Jump in Cadillac, just spittin' like AK and JD
She text me when I'm fuckin' woke, I make a bitch say please
I still tell her enough, make her get up on her knees
Tell her look in my eyes and suck me up like I'm Jesus
One more deal, last time I got that bitch up in the fridge
I told the bitch that I want her, but I told her I don't need her
My tracks like a heart, you would think I had a baby
Bro died and came back, he a real deal reaper
Last suggestion, let me teach you how to crack J's
This y'all brody locked down, I hope that give his ass a plea
My uncle Sam with these grins, boy, this fire cost a fee
Bitch, I'm bullshittin' with this dick, you can't get too close to me
If you gon' be my bitch, you gotta roll for me
Me and twin locked in, know he'll hit that road for me
I love when the plug call, I know he got that love for me
And you better think twice, tryna up a pole on me
I'm bad backin' through the hood, catchin' plugs, I feel good
Fire head, he wanna test it, so I let him hear my words
All my niggas underturned, knew his shit, you wish you could
I could not see no op, I'm out the window like, what's good
Skillin' up, I'm out the pad, 10K
And one day, I'm finna buy my bitch a bag
Off this bitch, in that shirt, uh
And that bitch still got the tag
I'ma be in the business, I'm only bout my bag
Nigga, nigga, one
Thanks for watching
Woo, nigga, woo, oh my goodness, he too
Buddy gang, bust down, he got cardi in his wrist
I heard Torrent to the town, you know I got a tiger wrist
Niggas, woo, woo, woo
We done in Tennessee, I heard Sarban to the tight
He tryna hard me on the gram, he only hard when he tight
My hoodie sick, tryna quit the drugs, I think he fucked
But I got all these damn drugs, I bet you wanna come and try
Call him PJ, hoes, fuck, I'm talkin' to my oppa
I know the feds tryna listen, gotta talk to me, I'm proud
I think the opps givin' up, cause all they members thrown
Put your trust in the slot, cause all these bitches want bullshit
448, come and grab it for 13
I gotta sex it to it, bitch, you see them racks up in my jeans
I talk about a cool down, he gotta have it with the lean
I take this hat off and give some magic to my fiends
Brody swipin' cars, he say all these bitches dirty
Fuck the Barbie on the balcony, I'm livin' in a dream
I see the time, sorry behind of me, I'm finna push the speed
Jump in Cadillac, just spittin' like AK and JD
She text me when I'm fuckin' woke, I make a bitch say please
I still tell her enough, make her get up on her knees
Tell her look in my eyes and suck me up like I'm Jesus
One more deal, last time I got that bitch up in the fridge
I told the bitch that I want her, but I told her I don't need her
My tracks like a heart, you would think I had a baby
Bro died and came back, he a real deal reaper
Last suggestion, let me teach you how to crack J's
This y'all brody locked down, I hope that give his ass a plea
My uncle Sam with these grins, boy, this fire cost a fee
Bitch, I'm bullshittin' with this dick, you can't get too close to me
If you gon' be my bitch, you gotta roll for me
Me and twin locked in, know he'll hit that road for me
I love when the plug call, I know he got that love for me
And you better think twice, tryna up a pole on me
I'm bad backin' through the hood, catchin' plugs, I feel good
Fire head, he wanna test it, so I let him hear my words
All my niggas underturned, knew his shit, you wish you could
I could not see no op, I'm out the window like, what's good
Skillin' up, I'm out the pad, 10K
And one day, I'm finna buy my bitch a bag
Off this bitch, in that shirt, uh
And that bitch still got the tag
I'ma be in the business, I'm only bout my bag
Nigga, nigga, one
Thanks for watching
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Writer(s): Luh Jlo
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