"Blow Out Ya Brains" lyrics
(feat. AB)
Gain Greene, uh
AB, studded out
Biggavell (Studded out)
Let's go, let's go
Talk to 'em, homie
Chyeah
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic) if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Let me show you how to bubble that
Turn a couple packs to a couple stacks
Double that, all on the same block you used to hustle at
Listen, you don't wanna tussle, scrap
I'll put a slug in your back where your spine meets your muscle at
Yeah, I'm sellin' crack on some 80s shit
Down south, back blocks, trapping with the braziest
Yeah, my nigga Max B, the waviest
These niggas don't believe in a God, I think they atheists
My attitude be on some fuck you, pay me, shit
You don't wanna see the nigga AB flip (Suwoo)
'Cause I'm about that there
From the chain to the ear, I'm studded out this year
From the Bing to the tear, I thug it out in there
No pain, no tears, I ain't got no fears, homie
And I'll take your whole team to war
See, I got guns T.I. never seen before (Oww)
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Them fuckers wanna give me thirty years (Thirty years?)
I can handle it, walkin' the tunnel, I got a candle lit (Lit)
I can take your machine and dismantle it (Break it up)
Not the average, fuck all the talkin', I got the hammer, bitch
Get them niggas good, get 'em paranoid, scared to run Lenox Ave
40s be spittin', I pushed it there and back, 'member that?
We was lil' niggas then, comin' up, ballin' the 40th, rockin' all that naughty shit
You know how wild my shorty get when you treat the Boss Don ignorant
Benefit, these niggas be in the shit
Grand Cru pourin' by the pint, gotta have that
Gotta pass that, I'ma crash that
AB studded out, Gain Greene flooded out, money right
Give a bitch the dick if her money right (Money right)
I don't like the money like, not at all
My niggas is rollin' big, we gotta score, we got the chart (Oww)
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Now a nigga whippin' off the lot (Uh-huh)
Reminiscin' 'bout the days I was whippin' up the rock or just sittin' in a spot (Bubblin')
Now you never catch me in the kitchen with a pot (Nah)
No more late nights lookin' for a victim with a Glock (Where they at?)
Now my life's like a motion picture, the plot thickens
But I keep havin' flashbacks of the block clickin'
Watch and listen (Watch), I'ma give you some game
First rule, stop snitchin', stop mentionin' the names (Niggas is rattin')
The good die young, so I'm rottin' like a motherfucker
Good with my gun, start poppin' at you motherfuckers
Bang, bang, anywhere Gain Greene is studded out (Yeah)
Max, holla at these faggots (Holla at 'em), tell 'em what a thug about
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Hahaha, chyeah
Yeah, you already know, baby
Blow out your motherfuckin' brain, nigga
For real
AB, uh, Max B, uh
Yeah
It is what it is, baby
Studded out, Gain Greene (Yeah)
Get real wavy on you niggas
For the streets
You see the wave
Holla back, Oww
AB, studded out
Biggavell (Studded out)
Let's go, let's go
Talk to 'em, homie
Chyeah
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic) if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Let me show you how to bubble that
Turn a couple packs to a couple stacks
Double that, all on the same block you used to hustle at
Listen, you don't wanna tussle, scrap
I'll put a slug in your back where your spine meets your muscle at
Yeah, I'm sellin' crack on some 80s shit
Down south, back blocks, trapping with the braziest
Yeah, my nigga Max B, the waviest
These niggas don't believe in a God, I think they atheists
My attitude be on some fuck you, pay me, shit
You don't wanna see the nigga AB flip (Suwoo)
'Cause I'm about that there
From the chain to the ear, I'm studded out this year
From the Bing to the tear, I thug it out in there
No pain, no tears, I ain't got no fears, homie
And I'll take your whole team to war
See, I got guns T.I. never seen before (Oww)
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Them fuckers wanna give me thirty years (Thirty years?)
I can handle it, walkin' the tunnel, I got a candle lit (Lit)
I can take your machine and dismantle it (Break it up)
Not the average, fuck all the talkin', I got the hammer, bitch
Get them niggas good, get 'em paranoid, scared to run Lenox Ave
40s be spittin', I pushed it there and back, 'member that?
We was lil' niggas then, comin' up, ballin' the 40th, rockin' all that naughty shit
You know how wild my shorty get when you treat the Boss Don ignorant
Benefit, these niggas be in the shit
Grand Cru pourin' by the pint, gotta have that
Gotta pass that, I'ma crash that
AB studded out, Gain Greene flooded out, money right
Give a bitch the dick if her money right (Money right)
I don't like the money like, not at all
My niggas is rollin' big, we gotta score, we got the chart (Oww)
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Now a nigga whippin' off the lot (Uh-huh)
Reminiscin' 'bout the days I was whippin' up the rock or just sittin' in a spot (Bubblin')
Now you never catch me in the kitchen with a pot (Nah)
No more late nights lookin' for a victim with a Glock (Where they at?)
Now my life's like a motion picture, the plot thickens
But I keep havin' flashbacks of the block clickin'
Watch and listen (Watch), I'ma give you some game
First rule, stop snitchin', stop mentionin' the names (Niggas is rattin')
The good die young, so I'm rottin' like a motherfucker
Good with my gun, start poppin' at you motherfuckers
Bang, bang, anywhere Gain Greene is studded out (Yeah)
Max, holla at these faggots (Holla at 'em), tell 'em what a thug about
Told y'all niggas all before, I always knew I was the shit (Shit)
Pack a semi-automatic ('Matic), if you give me static
Let off the tool for talkin' shit (Talkin' shit)
We gettin' high, money throwin' the sky
Paper we gettin', we makin' it rain (Yeah)
Baby nigga, don't you fuck up my high
You tryna die? I'll blow out ya brain (Brain)
Hahaha, chyeah
Yeah, you already know, baby
Blow out your motherfuckin' brain, nigga
For real
AB, uh, Max B, uh
Yeah
It is what it is, baby
Studded out, Gain Greene (Yeah)
Get real wavy on you niggas
For the streets
You see the wave
Holla back, Oww
