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Brokie, brokie
Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA

Gq, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em
Brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two .38's, three .22's

Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
F*ck all my opps, they get it worst
My bitch got the chop, shit in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim
The f*ck is Zanotti? Nigga a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
I lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one
I be f*ckin on opp bitches
Kick 'em and pass 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, Day-Day
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the f*ck are you talkin' to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me
The f*ck is these niggas gon' get back
Empty the clip, they shit wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a fifty clip
Get the addy then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas
I leave her shit wet, Aquafina
And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to niggas, I don't play with niggas
Got a bad bitch that'll tase a nigga
Stone Cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, nigga, Woo back

Uh, the f*ck wrong with dem pussy boy dem, ehn?
Dem talk 'bout bumboclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke,
Uh, ah what dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pussy deh, "Go suck yuh mada!" (Go suck, go suck yuh mada!)
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Brokie, brokie
Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA

Gq, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em
Brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two .38's, three .22's

Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
F*ck all my opps, they get it worst
My bitch got the chop, shit in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim
The f*ck is Zanotti? Nigga a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
I lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one
I be f*ckin on opp bitches
Kick 'em and pass 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, Day-Day
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the f*ck are you talkin' to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me
The f*ck is these niggas gon' get back
Empty the clip, they shit wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a fifty clip
Get the addy then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas
I leave her shit wet, Aquafina
And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to niggas, I don't play with niggas
Got a bad bitch that'll tase a nigga
Stone Cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, nigga, Woo back

Uh, the f*ck wrong with dem pussy boy dem, ehn?
Dem talk 'bout bumboclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke,
Uh, ah what dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pussy deh, "Go suck yuh mada!" (Go suck, go suck yuh mada!)
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Writer: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Jess Jackson, Rahlique Devawn Wilks
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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