"Long Live Breil Tribute" lyrics
Yeah
If you ain't listening to me, who the fuck you listening too? (CookUpMason)
Yeah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
First started rapping, I ain't have no support
Big Yay hit me up and he gave me a chance (Chance, chance)
Started to get on my grind, ain't got time for friends (Fuck friends)
Yeah, I live in the trap, still counting up bands (Bands)
Say he trap, he move slow like he walking through sand
On the phone with my niggas that locked in the can
YC touching down, don't ask me when (Don't ask me when)
That shit crazy, when he was out, y'all ain't fuck with him then
Got locked, headed down, I ain't tell on my nigga (I ain't tell)
Can't trust no nigga, they changing colors like Skittles (Skittles)
Slimed him out, he was green, dill (Pickle ass)
Claim you spinned, how the fuck you ain't hit 'em (How the fuck you ain't?)
Claimed you had spinned, how the fuck did you miss 'em
I got so many sluggs, bitch, I'm 'bout my skrilla
Yellow baby like Big Bird, I'm sliding with Steelers
When I see me a fish, mane, lil' hitter gon' realer (Gon' realer) in
Flown through the city, tryna hit my phone
Hell nah, I don't fuck with that (What up?) trend (City trends)
That shit just be making mad, niggas acting too gangster, but gon' bitch up when the judge give 'em ten
Whole ass gangster gon' drop shit on a ten
Been tryna tell Kayla, bitch, fuck these friends (Man, fuck these friends)
I'm ballin' like holiday, tell the bitch 'til the end
Just me and my brother, told the ho to bring her friends (Tell the ho bring her friends)
First started rapping, I ain't have no support (I ain't have no support)
Big Yay hit me up and he gave me a chance (Gave me a chance)
Started to get on my grind, ain't got time for friends (No, ain't got time for 'em)
Yeah, I live in the trap, still counting up bands (Counting up)
Say he trap, he move slow like he walking through sand (In the trap)
On the phone with my niggas that locked in the can (On the phone)
YC touching down, don't ask me when (I miss YC)
That shit crazy, when he was out, y'all ain't fuck with him then (Y'all ain't fuck with him then)
Y'all ain't fuck with my lil' nigga then, so I don't fuck with you
Don't fuck with em knots, and free Osama too, you know we are
Yeah, we ain't forget about new members
Yeah, hmm, yeah, hmm-hmm
Yeah, hmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
If you ain't listening to me, who the fuck you listening too? (CookUpMason)
Yeah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
First started rapping, I ain't have no support
Big Yay hit me up and he gave me a chance (Chance, chance)
Started to get on my grind, ain't got time for friends (Fuck friends)
Yeah, I live in the trap, still counting up bands (Bands)
Say he trap, he move slow like he walking through sand
On the phone with my niggas that locked in the can
YC touching down, don't ask me when (Don't ask me when)
That shit crazy, when he was out, y'all ain't fuck with him then
Got locked, headed down, I ain't tell on my nigga (I ain't tell)
Can't trust no nigga, they changing colors like Skittles (Skittles)
Slimed him out, he was green, dill (Pickle ass)
Claim you spinned, how the fuck you ain't hit 'em (How the fuck you ain't?)
Claimed you had spinned, how the fuck did you miss 'em
I got so many sluggs, bitch, I'm 'bout my skrilla
Yellow baby like Big Bird, I'm sliding with Steelers
When I see me a fish, mane, lil' hitter gon' realer (Gon' realer) in
Flown through the city, tryna hit my phone
Hell nah, I don't fuck with that (What up?) trend (City trends)
That shit just be making mad, niggas acting too gangster, but gon' bitch up when the judge give 'em ten
Whole ass gangster gon' drop shit on a ten
Been tryna tell Kayla, bitch, fuck these friends (Man, fuck these friends)
I'm ballin' like holiday, tell the bitch 'til the end
Just me and my brother, told the ho to bring her friends (Tell the ho bring her friends)
First started rapping, I ain't have no support (I ain't have no support)
Big Yay hit me up and he gave me a chance (Gave me a chance)
Started to get on my grind, ain't got time for friends (No, ain't got time for 'em)
Yeah, I live in the trap, still counting up bands (Counting up)
Say he trap, he move slow like he walking through sand (In the trap)
On the phone with my niggas that locked in the can (On the phone)
YC touching down, don't ask me when (I miss YC)
That shit crazy, when he was out, y'all ain't fuck with him then (Y'all ain't fuck with him then)
Y'all ain't fuck with my lil' nigga then, so I don't fuck with you
Don't fuck with em knots, and free Osama too, you know we are
Yeah, we ain't forget about new members
Yeah, hmm, yeah, hmm-hmm
Yeah, hmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
