BrZy
Its that
When you just cruisin' in the rental music
You feel me
Just picked you up a bag
Let me speak to him
Let me talk to you
Ayy, it's that road route music
When you just picked up a bag
Better figure out a way to go and get up off your ass
Say that money comin' slow but I know how to get it fast
Wake up feelin' like genie, all I do is f*ckin' tap
All I do is f*ckin' tap, I woke up thinkin' bout the bag
Brodie say he's tryna catch another shit
Send a rack
Have you ever seen a 10 before a 10 do the math
Ayy, boy I'm really in my bag
Ayy, boy I'm really in my prime
You ain't never seen a triple dishes droppin' on a chime
Tell your cousin send a text
So I can clean this bitch by 5
Swear to God we have motion, you could go and ask the guys
Ha, ayy, wipe a nigga nose
That's that slime, I'm on this beat without even tryin
Ha, everything I say is just perfect time
Perfect timing
When it's time to throw on the shiesty, it's when I get excited
Lean f*ckin' on my guts, I think this shit poison
Poison
Ayy, boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Love the feelin
Ayy, we see them niggas on the back end
Ayy, we gotta flip him
Flip him like a Phillip
Ayy, make him disappear, that's a magic trick
Ayy, do you get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
This that nigga hittin
You don't wanna hit it, hit it
You cannot inhale this, inhale
Boy, I'm super selfish
I'm cuttin' through the opps, hell yeah, I'm on my opp shit
Tryin' to get the party poppin
Ayy, tryin' to get the party poppin
Boy, I like to pop P's and get activated
I turn into a zombie, bitch, I'm tryin' to f*ck you real good
Ain't tryin' to be naughty, just took a shot of Remy
Oh Shit, bitch, I'm geekin' out my body
Boy, I love poppin' them downers, I don't do the uppers
Step out, I'm in designer, when I'm drippin', I be in the finest
Pocket watchin' me, you stupid bitch, we on two different timings
Crackers been in the crib, they found three zoots
But we still vibin', I-95
Wire lining, you can catch me glidin
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Me and gang on two different timings
Tryin' to pocket watch
Dumb nigga, we on two different timings
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LOE BRZY - RouteMusik (feat. RayyGutta & CBN Jay) Lyrics
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BrZy
Its that
When you just cruisin' in the rental music
You feel me
Just picked you up a bag
Let me speak to him
Let me talk to you
Ayy, it's that road route music
When you just picked up a bag
Better figure out a way to go and get up off your ass
Say that money comin' slow but I know how to get it fast
Wake up feelin' like genie, all I do is f*ckin' tap
All I do is f*ckin' tap, I woke up thinkin' bout the bag
Brodie say he's tryna catch another shit
Send a rack
Have you ever seen a 10 before a 10 do the math
Ayy, boy I'm really in my bag
Ayy, boy I'm really in my prime
You ain't never seen a triple dishes droppin' on a chime
Tell your cousin send a text
So I can clean this bitch by 5
Swear to God we have motion, you could go and ask the guys
Ha, ayy, wipe a nigga nose
That's that slime, I'm on this beat without even tryin
Ha, everything I say is just perfect time
Perfect timing
When it's time to throw on the shiesty, it's when I get excited
Lean f*ckin' on my guts, I think this shit poison
Poison
Ayy, boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Love the feelin
Ayy, we see them niggas on the back end
Ayy, we gotta flip him
Flip him like a Phillip
Ayy, make him disappear, that's a magic trick
Ayy, do you get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
This that nigga hittin
You don't wanna hit it, hit it
You cannot inhale this, inhale
Boy, I'm super selfish
I'm cuttin' through the opps, hell yeah, I'm on my opp shit
Tryin' to get the party poppin
Ayy, tryin' to get the party poppin
Boy, I like to pop P's and get activated
I turn into a zombie, bitch, I'm tryin' to f*ck you real good
Ain't tryin' to be naughty, just took a shot of Remy
Oh Shit, bitch, I'm geekin' out my body
Boy, I love poppin' them downers, I don't do the uppers
Step out, I'm in designer, when I'm drippin', I be in the finest
Pocket watchin' me, you stupid bitch, we on two different timings
Crackers been in the crib, they found three zoots
But we still vibin', I-95
Wire lining, you can catch me glidin
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Me and gang on two different timings
Tryin' to pocket watch
Dumb nigga, we on two different timings
Its that
When you just cruisin' in the rental music
You feel me
Just picked you up a bag
Let me speak to him
Let me talk to you
Ayy, it's that road route music
When you just picked up a bag
Better figure out a way to go and get up off your ass
Say that money comin' slow but I know how to get it fast
Wake up feelin' like genie, all I do is f*ckin' tap
All I do is f*ckin' tap, I woke up thinkin' bout the bag
Brodie say he's tryna catch another shit
Send a rack
Have you ever seen a 10 before a 10 do the math
Ayy, boy I'm really in my bag
Ayy, boy I'm really in my prime
You ain't never seen a triple dishes droppin' on a chime
Tell your cousin send a text
So I can clean this bitch by 5
Swear to God we have motion, you could go and ask the guys
Ha, ayy, wipe a nigga nose
That's that slime, I'm on this beat without even tryin
Ha, everything I say is just perfect time
Perfect timing
When it's time to throw on the shiesty, it's when I get excited
Lean f*ckin' on my guts, I think this shit poison
Poison
Ayy, boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Boy, I kinda love the feelin
Love the feelin
Ayy, we see them niggas on the back end
Ayy, we gotta flip him
Flip him like a Phillip
Ayy, make him disappear, that's a magic trick
Ayy, do you get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
Ayy, do you f*ckin' get it
This that nigga hittin
You don't wanna hit it, hit it
You cannot inhale this, inhale
Boy, I'm super selfish
I'm cuttin' through the opps, hell yeah, I'm on my opp shit
Tryin' to get the party poppin
Ayy, tryin' to get the party poppin
Boy, I like to pop P's and get activated
I turn into a zombie, bitch, I'm tryin' to f*ck you real good
Ain't tryin' to be naughty, just took a shot of Remy
Oh Shit, bitch, I'm geekin' out my body
Boy, I love poppin' them downers, I don't do the uppers
Step out, I'm in designer, when I'm drippin', I be in the finest
Pocket watchin' me, you stupid bitch, we on two different timings
Crackers been in the crib, they found three zoots
But we still vibin', I-95
Wire lining, you can catch me glidin
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Spent the grip for these f*ckin' diamonds
Me and gang on two different timings
Tryin' to pocket watch
Dumb nigga, we on two different timings
Writer: LOE BRZY
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid