Letras
Yeah Yeah
Brodie Macck man
Just pulled up to the stu and shit you know
You know how I'm Bumin
Still got my mask on man
I gotta take my mask off I'm bout to record
Yeah yeah
You know the vibes
Ain't worried bout fame don't need no friends
It ain't bout a check then I'm not checkin in
Tasmanian Devil the way that I spin
Don't try to play tough better go wit ya men
4th quarter crunch time ima go for the win
Brodie Macck in the clutch it's goin in
My phone keep ringing so I'm not going in
When we get to the brib I know she goin in
Easy transaction he gave me the pin
It's no need to swipe might do it again
I ran this shit up ima do it again
I been gettin' money not into it with them
And I got 22 ain't talkin inch rims
When I turned 22 found out Coby in the pen
My mind goin brazy like Kobe in the gym
Four years later and he still sitting in
You gone tell it you couldn't sit down for a season
Fuck 12 in traffic smokin' and speeding
Ain't cuttin myself but you know I be bleeding
Etiquette posture like Buzzo in Bleveland
I'm in the trap where the pack gettin beatings
I'm in the back counting up like a deacon
Just left the bank, what a wonderful weekend
The shank or the gun if you run up or reaching
Get split like Twix if you wanna be tweakin
Gave him fake lean he wanna be geekin
I gotta ruler but no I ain't teaching
Pull up just do it and no I ain't speaking
Pull up just do it you know I be creeping
Pulling right off when I get my achievement
A man of my word I'm more solid than cement
A man of few words keep it silent no secret
Gotta stay on alert gotta watch who you eat wit
Niggas be clicking up know who you beef wit
Hurkin and lurking you know who I be wit
These niggas be lame they squares like Cheese-It
He said he real right but I do not believe it