Brigade, too boujee (Brrah)
And had to switch it up, you know (Brrah)
Ay, Sav turn me up (Scratch mixed it)
My old shit sound like their new shit (Ay)
Shit, I thought you knew this
Pullin' a whip, wind down the tints
It's probably me that be shootin' (Brrah)
Don't fuck around, we get moodish
No weed in the house, we get moodish
Fat booty, she shake it, she love bein' naked
Ay, I call her a nudist (Ay, come 'ere)
Is you retarded? One in the verse, I be chargin'
I used to buy drip from the market
Now I'm uptown and my hand where her arse is
Cali' fuckin' with my health (Ay)
Stressеd out, I can tell (I can tell)
Hatin' niggas, I can tell
Thеy don't need me, oh well (No)
Fuckin' hell, everybody know me (They know me)
The whole neighbourhood, they know me (They know me)
The whole police force, they know me (They know me), they know me (They know me)
True say that a man's on obo
Man still slide 'round there, let it be (Brr)
Skrt, bap, beep, beep
On the backroad tryna fry man's Jeep
On the opp block playin' hide and seek
But I'm OT tryna fly this beak (Brr)
Man trap and bang that trap
None of them tramps can grind like me
Two of them yutes got Paxel tracked, that can never be me
Zone 2, known zoo
Get it correct, that's a menacin' team
Shit, I thought you, I thought you knew this
Pull in a whip, wind down the tints
It's probably me that be shootin'
Don't fuck around, we get moodish
No weed in the house, we get moodish
Fat booty, she shake it, she love bein' naked
Ay, I call her a nudist
Is you retarded? One in the verse, I be chargin'
I used to buy drip from the market
Now I'm uptown and my hand where her arse is
Cali' fuckin' with my health
Stressed out, I can tell (Tell)
Hatin' niggas, I can tell (Tell)
They don't need me, oh well
Fuckin' hell (Ha)
Brigade, too boujee
Brrah
Ay, Sav turn me up
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