Brrr (feat. Lil Windex)

Rari matte black, that's a dark knight

Just touched down in LA, it's been a long flight

N-n-new J's and they off white, alright

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

Jordan back in '97, I'm a legend

I just bought a Porsche (Now a Cayenne) a 911

Ever since the people said that I was buzzin'

Everybody wanna act like I'm their motherfuckin' friend or somethin'

Yeah, but it ain't the case

I get my bitch to suck my dick and then I paint her face

This the rap game homie, the amazin' race

And if you fall down, ain't no one 'gon save your place, bitch

I don't wanna brag but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

N-n-new Js and they off white, alright

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

N-n-new Js and they off white, alright

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

Woke up on the wrong side

Bitch tryna marry me, I'm the wrong guy, hi

Eazy, we love you long time

Why, I don't need no mom brides, bye, bye

Snort a quarter Xan

Then I go to tour Japan in a van

Told the poor reporter man, please scram

Don't ever ask me that again

No, no, no, no, nah, nah, nah, nah

If you thought I wouldn't make it, ha, ha, ha, ha

All I hear is 'gradulations every time I take vacations

Now they say "Salam al Ecum" yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Candy coated pain, Willy Wonka, yeah

When you see the ghost, really haunts ya, yeah

When you see the lamb, it's a drop top (Drop top)

When you see my man, he goes pop, pop (Pop, pop)

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

N-n-new Js and they off white, alright

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

N-n-new Js and they off white, alright

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr

I don't wanna brag, but she called like brrr

I don't want the code if it dragged on the floor

I don't like that ho if she bangs at my door

John Gotti, John Gotti, eatin' basmati rice in my Maserati

(Yeah, yeah) I got the wrong hobbies (Work, work, work, work, work)

She a hot mami

I don't wanna brag, but I ball like brrr (Work, work, work, work, work)

Ball like, I don't wanna brag but I brrr (Work, work, work, work, work)

Brag but I ball like (Work, work, work, work)

(Work, work, work, work, work, work) I don't wanna brag but I ball like brr

(Work, work, work) but I ball like

(Work, work, work, work, work, work) I don't wanna brag but I ball like

(Work, work, work)