Lyrics:
You might be the worst person I've ever met
I've ever known
You keep doing all that shit that you regret
End up alone
You'd look in my eyes
Tell
on a cloud
Livin' life to the fullest, and smokin' on that good shit
Got to find a way to do it, and now you findin' excuses?
Shorty, get with the movement,
switch
To Puff 'cause I’m back on my BIG shit
This shit’s too real for y'all
'Cause almost everybody rapping isn’t real at all
Sometimes I forget I got
Let's get high, let's get stoned
Take a hit of this and you won't make it home
Take another hit now I'm in my zone
I can't remember shit these drugs
Bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
lets get
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care 'cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suk my dick
Just suk my
shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin' shit straight
I got skills and I'm hard to kill,
[ VERSE 1 ]
Brothers ain't shit
They're lookin for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin your cars up close
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really
I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...Yoooooohoo
Chorus: I be Da B-R-A-T the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit (say
rock, marley marl, put-tin in work
On the west we had Julio g on kday
Mixmaster michael mixin' more in his heyday
Rob 1 droppin' shit so niggas could
wit'
Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga
Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit
Ain't no nigga like a underground nigga
Cause the rest of y'all
I'm serious
This was only one of three sixteens!
Straight up, i'm serious! That was only
One of three sixteens!
Now check this shit out, haha it's DJ
the porch when? I was never on that bitch (ever)
I ain't have a chance to be a kid, that shit was over with (damn)
They was out here doin' dope, I was
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy
Starin' at your dress 'cause it's see through
Yeah, talkin' all the shit that you done been through
Yeah, say
Shit, I was just talkin' 'bout
Just that grind, the trenches, just
You know what I'm sayin', just all of that
I mean, you, you don't get the vibe
shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here
bruddanem
You don't know patna nem stugglin'
That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin'
And if my brother say, "Let's slide"
Well then my sister sliding too
lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out
Guerrilla Radio, turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerrilla Radio, turn that shit up
Lights
Bell
But after that shit
All that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin' pockets
You can't pick it or pocket
Now I get what I can get
Out
still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain
I remember
Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time
Fasten your seatbelts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit
comin' to repossess and shit
They start talking like girls and shit
You can't touch me
Stand back
No, no
Yeah
They got scared when these hard
your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yellow shit, and the bottle ain't
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