PBrazY

[Intro]

(Opium, o-o-opium)

Blick, blick (Double O, YVL)

Blick, blick

[Verse 1]

Huh, dirty blick, dirty stick, dirty clip, everything dirty (Everything dirty)

Huh, disrespect the side, Double O-Five, I've gotta hit his jersey (Gotta hit his jersey)

Rapper hoes outside, she want me to fuck her for a verse (Fuck her for a verse)

Blue lights, get behind, better put the stick in your purse (Put the stick in your purse)

[Chorus]

Whole gang goin' brazy (Blick), huh, 'bout my gang, I go brazy (Blick)

Huh, talkin' down, nigga brazy (Blick), huh, shoot the stick, I go brazy (Blick)

Huh, 'bout the gang, she go brazy, she said she lose hеr mind (Yeah, lose her mind)

'Bout thе gang, she go brazy, say she lose her mind (Lose her mind)

Bad bitch slim as shit, I'm just still tryna get behind (Tryna get behind)

Yeah, turn they gang to a zip, tell them boys they better stay in line (Better stay in line)

[Verse 2]

Damn, he got hit in his chest, he said he a vamp killer (He said he a vamp killer, bruh)

Yeah, you gotta go through me, you know that I stomp niggas

Tony Hawk, this shit going up, just like a ramp with this

I ain't gotta touch that boy, I grab his ass, that belt hit him

I ain't a Falcons fan, but I got dirty birds

Cremate him, body bag, he don't even need a hearse

Call up Mazi, hit the Drac', damn, my Bentley broke

Oh, you fucking on me and the gang? You's a silly ho (A silly ho)

Boy, my grandma got seven kids, what you think I need a milli' for?

Way I got the heat tucked under my jacket, what you think it get chilly for?

Put him in a room, close the door, I'm tryna see what he really know (Really know)

All week I been in China, man, shout out to my Phili' ho (On God)

Boy, I've got a hundred opps, what you think I need that fifty for?

Boy, this a Hooters worker on the Glock, what you think it got titties for?

He got dreads, cut his top, he look like Gillie, foe

Stuffing the stick in the Calvin Klein, I don't even need a tote

[Chorus]

Whole gang goin' brazy (Blick), huh, 'bout my gang, I go brazy (Blick)

Huh, talkin' down, nigga brazy (Blick), huh, shoot the stick, I go brazy (Blick)

Huh, 'bout the gang, she go brazy, she said she lose her mind (Yeah, lose her mind)

'Bout the gang, she go brazy, say she lose her mind (Lose her mind)

Bad bitch slim as shit, I'm just still tryna get behind (Tryna get behind)

Yeah, turn they gang to a zip, tell them boys they better stay in line (Better stay in line)

[Outro]

(Midnight Classic, with a B)

Turn they gang to a zip, nigga, what?

Double O-Five, YVL, we outside, on God

Blick, ha

(This is brazy)

Ha, ha