[Intro]
Yeah
Fucking made man, nigga
I'm with the mob, when I walk in the room, fucking look me in my face
[Verse]
She asked me why I'm heartless, 'cause I grew up in darkness
All I know is blood, yellow tapes, closed coffins
We don't do talkin', if he run hawk him
Brodie went to sparking and took everything off him
He used to be a good kid, seen a murder and lost it
Now I'm mad man, young wild boy, that's what they call me
He ain't worried 'bout doing time, he go to bangin' fye whenever niggas call him
Take a whole block over like I'm Nino in thе Carter
I feel like Ab in this bitch, I go to war with niggas doly
Fuck you, fuck you, I been that way since a shorty
I'm a mеchanic, doing damage when I'm bouncin' out the Audi
I put them grams and got my mans and left them other niggas salty
She get nasty, but she classy, flew the bitch in out from Saudi
You got a dub, you can't get my wrist, you gon' need another forty
I ain't gotta run to get my gun, lil' brodie know it's on me
They heard the *clap clap clap*, that shit was like [?]
Brodie bang it out with anybody, he don't care where we at
He got his son, so what? We goin' dumb, he ain't gettin' spared for that
My momma called me crazy, said I got a short fuse
I'ma die or go to jail, either way it's a lose-lose
They put Ace on the news, but he still kept shooting
With a rifle he like Nike, he bounce out and just do it
They on the 'Gram interviewing, we was tryna get into it
Them niggas had big homies, we really moved the unit
Everytime they got caught dolo they wouldn't do it
It was time, Ace begged me like "Brodie, let me shoot him"
Clear that block, he got hit all in his neck, and y'all can't get him back
And all you did was drop a diss song, what typa shit is that?
You know I'm the main one, top opp, whatever you wan' call it
Whenever you call him make sure that you tell him that I'm ballin'
I pull up in foreigns, I been on the court, I'm steady scorin'
Her head ass, so every time the bitch call me I'm ignoring
When my brother died niggas got crucified
If you say you slid for your man, nigga, you's a liar
You was doin' interviews, coming in a suit and tie
We was masked up in them Vs tryna shoot a guy
I made more money than you while I was doing time
You was on the street on your feet moving nicks and dimes
Niggas can't fuck with me
I go in my stash real fast, pull out a buck-fifty
The Glock got glue on it, boy, this bitch stuck with me
My momma told me "Calm down and pray, son"
The opps talkin' like this Drac' won't take a face or something
We sittin' out his house for two hours, brodie, wait, he comin'
Brodie jump out like Usain Bolt chasing something
Pick your man up, nigga
