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Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm blowin' gas, yeah (I'm blowin' gas, yeah)
This that brazy shit (this that brazy shit!)
This that off the heads shit (off the heads shit), yeah (yeah)
Yeah, fuck
I fuck with Print, he gon' roll like a Royce (skrr)
She gave me head, I kick my leg up like a horse
Free unc' up out the feds, throwin' bricks up out the car (out the car)
Talkin' out his head, upped that leg, took his voice
Now take that shit back, they ain't really in your heart
Know I'm brazy from the start (start), yeah, I'm still dumb like I'm Bart (dumb like I'm Bart)
They think I'm finna wear somethin', ridin' 'round with the torch (boom!)
I swear I think I smell somethin', one of these niggas fart (scary)
I'ma take that back, bitch, I mean that from the heart (mean that from the heart)
Ayy, take that chicken back, bitch, that shit ain't come from heart (that shit ain't come from heart)
Ridin' 'round with Marcus, he ain't really smart (he ain't really switch)
Like he just wanna jump out, dump off in your car (boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah), I see dead people (I see dead people)
Bitch, I been retarded, ask my special-ed teacher
Ayy, I was in the kitchen, hittin' it with the eggbeater (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Until I'm free 2X, I just wanna finesse people (2X, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call it K4, y'all niggas better lay low, pop your ass like a Faygo (shh)
I'm finna take off, straight off, ain't takin' no loss
My PC, where are my dancers? I run through instrumentals
Run up on me, fah-fah-fah, that's what I call Mr. Benson (damn)
A4G, hundred cars, J.R. Dot, yeah, fuck nigga, that's me (that me)
I'm so street, y'all lil' niggas so sweet, I'm real like, "Dear me"
I fuck with Print, he gon' roll like a Royce
She gave me head, I kick my leg up like a horse (leg up like a horse)
Free unc' up out the feds, throwin' bricks up out the car (throwin' bricks up out the car)
He talkin' out his head, upped that leg, took his voice (like, what you sayin'?)
Now take that shit back, they ain't really in their heart (really in their heart)
Know I'm brazy from the start (start), yeah, I'm still dumb like I'm Bart (still dumb like I'm Bart)
We catch a nigga slippin', we gon' take a nigga heart (come here)
Boom, don't even let it off, crack up the car
Don't let him make it out the yard
Talkin' 'bout, "Peep that bitch on park"
Bitch, I'm ridin' front seat, ho, I feel like Rosa Parks
Gave my bitch a ponytail, hit her with that Steven Seagal
Took that stick everywhere, bitch, you know we had some war
Remember grandma used to tell me I better make it home 'fore dark (make it home 'fore dark)
I don't care, I was somewhere in a stolen car
I was everywhere, trippin' out, goin' to sleep on bars
Now I feel like I'm on Mars, bitch, I'm up there with the stars
Told J. Prince to lift me up, I'll never let you down (I'll never let you down)
And them 40-cent niggas, I'll never let them 'round
Fuck with J. Print, he gon' roll like a Royce (roll like a Royce)
She gave me head, I kick my leg up like a horse (kick my leg up like a horse)
Free unc' up out the feds, throwin' bricks up out the car (throwin' shit up)
He talkin' out his head, upped that leg, took his voice (like, what you say?)
Now take that shit back, they ain't really in your heart
Bitch, I'm brazy from the start (start), yeah, I'm still dumb like I'm Bart (dumb like Bert)
They think I'm finna wear somethin', ridin' 'round with the torch (ridin' 'round with the-)
I swear I think I smell somethin', one of these niggas fart (these niggas scary)
I'ma take that back, bitch, I mean that from the heart (mean that from the heart)
Ayy, take that chicken back, bitch, that shit ain't come from heart
Ridin' 'round with Marcus, he ain't really smart (like he ain't really switchin')
Like he just wanna jump out, dump off in your car (boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I see dead people (I see dead people)
Bitch, I been retarded, ask my special-ed teacher
Ayy, this that brazy shit (this that brazy shit)
This that brazy shit (this that brazy shit)
Ayy, this that brazy shit
No sleep, bitch
Got my eyes closed, ho
I feel like Ray Charles
Yeah
Brazy
Mob Ties, Rap-A-Lot
R4L, Bizzy, Spider
Blatt