BRAGGIN' RIGHTS! (feat. LucciDaRapGod & James Drainer)

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Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Okay
Yuh
Okay
Aye
It’s Lucci
Locked out gta Michael with the pistol
Anytime I shoot shots, Hit em, I don’t miss no
What the f*ck is you doing fucking with the clique tho
Claiming you wit it, like 6IX9INE you snitching
I’m sick of these bitches quit thinking I’m soft
Just rolled a blunt, already took off
Flexin' on bitches, f*ck with me, get stitches
Stay out my business
My business is business
Ain’t nothing y’all can do to get through to me
I am an immortal, my technique is truthfully
The hardest that you will see indefinitely
If I’m hungry I’m feastin’
No talking, no breathing
Six feet deep in the cement
If I drop a bitch, ima hit it ‘fore I leave it
Gotta big bag full of cash and a pistol full of secrets
One man down and a clip full of rounds
One man down and a clip full of rounds
Forty-two racks on my squad like Harlow
Talk all that shit but you dumb broke
Arms to your face like a chokehold
Shoutout Flo-Rida cause we dumb low
Bitch cracking up like a egg yolk
Feeling my dick, she feeling my tempo
Got your bitch screaming out hell no
Bars so cold need a wind coat
Negative shit on my mind like a death wish
Grasping for air like a dead fish
Virus in the air like a sick bitch
Eating her out like a fish stick
Ooo
Getting this dick she a thick bitch
Diamonds on your neck don’t mean shit bitch
Diamonds on your neck don’t mean shit
Alright
Yeah
Check
Look
I got this Power in my veins uh
Feel it when I hit the stage uh
I got this love that's in my heart uh
I'ma rip this beat apart
You know why
Cause I'm giving what I gotta be giving in
This life that I'm living
Every day I make a decision the second that I get with it
I made this so I can spit it and now I'm ripping it ridiculous
Every time they ask me to spit this shit
Because I practice every day uh
Don't give a f*ck what haters say uh
You know I gotta make a way uh
Lets take it back to seventh grade
Back to seventh grade
I was on the bench
Didn't give a f*ck what my teachers say
What the speakers say
James Drainer can you come to the office
No I can't bitch I got the mind of an artist
Yeah
Puttin up first I ain’t never in last
The boy with a dream been scorin’ since my past
Been all with the gang
Been blowin’ with the gas
Pull the choppa out now you gotta blast
We
Addicted to winnin’ we puttin in work
Whippin’ the pots in the kitchen
We get to the top, we blowin up fast
Got yo’ man down like at the end of submission
You makin’ your craft now you got your critics
F*ck it
I don’t need no ones opinions
We doin’ this loud we did in the trenches
F*ck it
All of yo’ goes gettin listed
Pushin this weight
We rollin the dice
We takin the stakes we f*ck with no opps
We f*ck with no fakes
The demons alive they playin for takes
Playing for takes
Playing for takes

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