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Back on it
Mm, oof, oof, oof, oof (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Homeycomb Brazy, I'm back on it
Got a strap on me, still got the sack on me
Still tryna get lil' brother whacked, homie
For that shit that he did in the past
On they ass like a crack, I can brag on it
'Cause that shell like crack on 'em
Think I'm Jill, I put the jack on 'em
He gon' think that his ass caught a flat
Mask on like Corona, they ran on ya
Like a bat on 'em, jumpin' all black on 'em
Mo' D Rock, nigga, cap, put a hat on 'em
And that shit that they dropping be trash
You know me, take a beat and I snack on it
John Cena this shit, talk my smack on it
How you been through it, you ain't got a scratch on ya?
And you ain't never yeah with the yeah
Honeycomb Brazy go dumb
How you been through it? You ain't got no arm
Tell Wolverine, ain't scared
Pop an X, man, I might turn into Gohan
And I still got power like Goku
Send a blitz at your ass like a coach do
Down, set, hut
While old school
It'll hit niggas sweet like a Toast' Stru'
Ayy, look at this baby chopper
I took this bitch from my daddy partner
People said that I got laughing problems
I do my dirt and I laugh about 'em
Think they put lean in my baby bottle
That make me stroke, bitch, I'm straight retarded
I hunted you like you Baby Boy
Spin on you in your old lady car
Oops, I meant to say your baby mama
I just can't rock with no anaconda
I'm a nut, pop shit, let me in the condo
I put that shit on my mama, mama, wait
Homeycomb Brazy, I'm back on it
Got a strap on me, still got the sack on me
Still tryna get lil' brother whacked, homie
For that shit that he did in the past
On they ass like a crack, I can brag on it
'Cause that shell like crack on 'em
I'm Jill, I put the jack on 'em
He gon' think that his ass caught a flat
Mask on like Corona, they ran on ya
Like a bat on 'em, jumpin' all black on 'em
Mo' D Rock, nigga, cap, put a hat on 'em
And that shit that they dropping be trash
You know me, take a beat and I snack on it
John Cena this shit, talk my smack on it
How you been through it, you ain't got a scratch on ya?
And you ain't never yeah with the yeah
I bend your ass, son, ask Ma Duke
I been goin' braids on Daimu
I turn niggas to old school cutlet
Pipe his ass down like Ja Rule
Hmm, I feel like Jamaica, mon
Ain't no bombaclot gon' come at me rude, boy
You gon' fuck up my mood, boy
Blow on your ass like some hot ass food, boy
I still got this strap on me
They like hundred count brands and he back on it
I'm like fuck it, birthday, get him smacked on it
Like the government do, pitch a tax order, a tax order
You huffing you puffing you huffing you puffing
Blow the whole house down
In that big ass 45 on the nigga side
Looking like a old ass hoe phone
But come try and talk on that brrrr beat that I get I walk on it
Tell Rick he can bet that raw soda I jump on this bitch like a frog
Brazy, jump on this bitch like a frog
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And we gon' jump in that bitch like a frog, yeah
All these bitches jump in like Blake Griffin, fuck all that, I'ma, yeah
Bitch jump out my body, I feel like my soul right now, it's Brazy shit now, yeah