Uh, ha
Brodie gon' what?
Brodie gon' (woo)
Brodie gon' what?
Brodie gon' (woo)
Brodie gon' get that, get that
Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon' what?
Brodie gon' (woo)
Brodie gon' what?
Brodie gon' (woo)
Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that

(Yeah, haha) shoot for the stars (woo), aim for the Moon
You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on venus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (that's why I say woo)
Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (ooh)

You don't know what

Oh, oh
Baba treesha
Oh

I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the perky geekin' (geekin')
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And

Traphouse Mob
Huh, roll another one
Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, shit), huh
Oh you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin'
Shake it

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh (yeah)
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Palaze, what you cookin'?
Look, look

You don't gotta put your cup down, hold on (ooh)
Drink freely (yeah) and holla at me if you need me (ooh)
Baby, y

CashMoneyAP
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, oh
Oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em), oh (I'm tryna fuckin' get 'em)
Oh, oh (get 'em), oh
Oh (gettin' big on this), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
What do you want? Won't tell you twice, yeah
I'm a thief in the night (thie

Ah
(808 Melo)
(Trap House Mob)
Woo
(This is a Melo Beat)
It's Big on the 12, no, be aware
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner (woo)
Foreigner (ah)
Foreigner (grr)
Foreigner (bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner

My bitch a foreigner and she love

Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, lil' z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (gangsters)
(Swirv)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow

Look

Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the s

Alright, catch this real quick
Oh I, oh I
Baby, why you actin' funny towards me?
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
Baby, I just need some company, company, company
You wanna go on a vacay
But you don't ask enough
You just be gettin' mad as fuck
I gi

Oh, woo
Yeah
Oh
Yeah, yeah

I said, I feel invincible
They like, papi what you get into?
I pop a Perc, I'm retarded, wait
Haha, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, yeah
Grrr, yeah, yeah
I said I feel invicible
It's a hunnid niggas in the spot<

Othello on the beat
You fire, ooh, ooh
You ain't never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin' for a man, you got the right one
She feelin' me, she say: You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire
Look

I'm like: What's crackin'? She like: Pop, I got a man
I'm l

(Mood swings)
Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (yeah)

Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the cov

Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like: Ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck

She like: Papi, can you give me fifty

My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ayy

My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas trie

[Pop Smoke]
Baby, when we gon' slide?
When we gon' slide?
It's Pop Smoke

5167 Patek Philippe on the wrist (uh)
Why we in the bed? We could've did it in the whip
Baby, I'm just tryna fuck (fuck), not make love (no)
If you tryna have some kids, that's a dub
Said I

So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get payed to snitch now, nigga
It's really classified, I can't really talk about this shit, my nigga
Oh, my God
Only reason I'm tellin' you this, 'cause you my boy
But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I d

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the molly, the xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)
Baby, welcome to the party, uh
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit (get

Shawty go jogging every morning (every morning)
And she make me breakfast almost every morning (every morning)
And she take a naked pic before she leave the door
I be waking up to pics before a nigga yawning
And every weekend my shawty comin' over (over)
Shawty could fendi ou

Huh?

I like mine yummy yellow (yellow)
And that ass feel like jello (jello)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (no plastic)
You know how to get right, mama (mama