Brodie
Last-Dude
GENRE
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, nigga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .40
Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin
Could a young nigga fuck my bitch
Drop out of school, no flunk
Meditate up on these bitches, nigga, like Monk
It's a walk through the park, but it's not, bitch, I run
Head so good, had to call a replay
Call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me
That's them Percs, let mе itch my face (Pull-pull-pull)
Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick
That bitch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut)
Put 'еm on the floor like, shit, ayy
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Chorus part five, you niggas been waitin'
Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix
We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I've been poppin' my shit and these niggas they hate it
Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set
I don't want me a Glock, hit his ass with this TEC
Why he got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck
I serve a nigga [?] that shit finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a nigga know
I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
Bitch I'm freestylin', you thought this shit was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope
If a nigga want smoke, bitch you know that it's up
If I pull my dick out, then yo' bitch gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough
And I ain't squashin' no beef, pussy nigga it's stuck, yeah
[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Uh, say that I'll call a ape for a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
(If you got that work, I'ma take that)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, nigga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's
[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
I feel like I'm yo' daddy, how many times I'm gon' fuck?
Tryna put my dick in her butt
Swerving in that bitch, she bound to take dick
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big dicky, no half, but infinity
Stroke your vicinity, bitches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin'
Niggas say they "body the pussy", then lets bang
Kill a fuck nigga, he pussy, don’t want pain
Watch a nigga fold or mold, he won’t stay
I've been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m pussy ‘til beam hit your face
Glock in yo' mouth, got your bitch at my house
And that bitch tryna fuck, so I’m fuckin' her face (Ayy)
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, nigga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .40
Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin
Could a young nigga fuck my bitch
Drop out of school, no flunk
Meditate up on these bitches, nigga, like Monk
It's a walk through the park, but it's not, bitch, I run
Head so good, had to call a replay
Call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me
That's them Percs, let mе itch my face (Pull-pull-pull)
Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick
That bitch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut)
Put 'еm on the floor like, shit, ayy
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Chorus part five, you niggas been waitin'
Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix
We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I've been poppin' my shit and these niggas they hate it
Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set
I don't want me a Glock, hit his ass with this TEC
Why he got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck
I serve a nigga [?] that shit finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a nigga know
I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
Bitch I'm freestylin', you thought this shit was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope
If a nigga want smoke, bitch you know that it's up
If I pull my dick out, then yo' bitch gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough
And I ain't squashin' no beef, pussy nigga it's stuck, yeah
[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Uh, say that I'll call a ape for a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
(If you got that work, I'ma take that)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, nigga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's
[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
I feel like I'm yo' daddy, how many times I'm gon' fuck?
Tryna put my dick in her butt
Swerving in that bitch, she bound to take dick
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big dicky, no half, but infinity
Stroke your vicinity, bitches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin'
Niggas say they "body the pussy", then lets bang
Kill a fuck nigga, he pussy, don’t want pain
Watch a nigga fold or mold, he won’t stay
I've been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m pussy ‘til beam hit your face
Glock in yo' mouth, got your bitch at my house
And that bitch tryna fuck, so I’m fuckin' her face (Ayy)
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