歌詞
Exotic weed, exotic bars
Exotic hoes drive exotic cars
When I walk in there, I don't need a bodyguard
Got a switch for a tough ****, think he hard
Boxed in the whip, better get out the way
Heard another **** hit, he was DOA
Ain't tryna talk, bitch, get out my face
Tell the bitch leave me alone, let me count this pape
Pour two fours so I'm off like 8
That tris, I don't fuck with no cheap ass drank
In the face, she was ugly but had a little shape
Would've fucked but the ho' was just too damn stank
Brodie just playing his role
When I say it's a go, he gon' show they lil ass he a snake
I'm from the 6, where it's cold
Better have you a pole
Pick a side or get left in the wake
Walk in the function, it's Murda and Jay
Nah, fuck that bitch, it's BAK
Better go on the run, if you can't beat the case
Lil bro done round fucked, take the laws on a chase
**** be cap, they ain't never gon spin
I got a strap, can't get in no blend
Please stop telling these hoes we friends
You ain't my brother, slime or twin
Please stop telling these hoes we cool
Cordial or friendly, something I never been
Put 20K on your shit in a striker
A AMG, shooter bounced out a Benz
Ain't doing no fighting, I'm not one of them
Bullet wound to the body, it knocked out his wind
Before I hit his neck, I'll aim for his chin
Like fuck bout who next, we spinning again
Uh, lil' Brodie got hit with that grrt
Them boys promoting no antidote, don't even touch us
Aight, cool, he think he the toughest
Next time that we spin, his bitch ass getting doubled
Shit ain't been safe on they side
If you ask around the city, OTS the ones causing the trouble
Bronem put poles to his face so quick for that J
Round us, I advise you to tuckle (Ay, ay ay)
Tuck yo' shit, boy, we still might take it
I'm not a rap ****, I'm sliding for free
Ran in that ho, but that bitch was vacant
I thought we was finna come up on some P's
Creep up on him, he thought I was Jason
Hell nah, ****, bitch it's JayC
Might pop up by surprise but take one look in my eyes
You gon' know it was me
Me and bro high-five the sky, we heard another opp just died
Got knocked off of feet
No, I ain't wasting no time
Put the car in drive, I'm finna skrt off of the scene
Too many bitches tryna hit my line but can't find one that could cook or clean
Why twelve keep tryna take my drugs
Like what the fuck, I'm stuck on lean (What the fuck)
Exotic weed, exotic bars
Exotic hoes drive exotic cars
When I walk in there, I don't need a bodyguard
Got a switch for a tough ****, think he hard
Boxed in the whip, better get out the way
Heard another **** hit, he was DOA
Ain't tryna talk, bitch, get out my face
Tell the bitch leave me alone, let me count this pape
Pour two fours so I'm off like 8
That tris, I don't fuck with no cheap ass drank
In the face, she was ugly but had a little shape
Would've fucked but the ho' was just too damn stank
Brodie just playing his role
When I say it's a go, he gon' show they lil ass he a snake
I'm from the 6, where it's cold
Better have you a pole
Pick a side or get left in the wake
Written by: BAK Jay, FBG Murda
