"Ashley Brotha" lyrics
You stupid-ass lil' boy
Boy, you don't know how far I came
I got that dirt off my name
Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Caddilac
They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling
When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in
I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist
Huh, the Olympics for being a realist
If being real was a sport—
Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist
I don't do no petty shit, my opps irrelevant
Huh, I'm my own man, never needed help with it
Uh, jump me in, give me the belt with it
But I, I know nothing right
Huh, everywhere I go, I keep that burner
Hmm, know I gotta be ready for murder
Huh, ding-ding with the bhopstick out the window
Please don't get killed 'cause you off the Henn' though
You know what they gon' say 'bout that
You know we don't play 'bout that
Hmm, bitch, he ain't big Blood
Huh, got it out the mud
Huh, nigga wish he could
Huh, survived my hood, chopper with the wood
Mmm, yeah, post around this bitch, I want bud
I want fifteen bricks, she want love
Huh, I'ma let her suck my dick, but she can't get a hug
Huh, say I'm rude, nah, I'm bool when I'm off my drugs
Huh, get 'em off for cheap 'cause I know the plug
He ain't died yet, but— listen
He ain't died yet, but his grave already dug
Huh, VVS my teeth, gettin' tired of slugs
The trap got flat screens and Persian rugs
Swerve somethin', nah, serve somethin'
Uh, show them niggas that you earned somethin'
Got the buffs on, actin' like I ain't heard nothin'
Call the firetruck, Skuba Steve be done burned somethin'
Huh, the bhopstick be done burned somethin'
Uh, hmm, that bitch be done murked somethin'
Uh, RIP, t-shirt somethin'
Uh, too late, that's a learn from me
Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch
Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, had it fucked— nah, nigga, listen
Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch
Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, had it right the first time, here it go, bitch
Mmm, nah, had it right the first time, that's how it go, nigga
Huh, drop a four, it's on the floor
Huh, catch his bro up at the store
Hop out the whip and leave him froze
The AR ain't gon' lose control
Boy, you don't know how far I came
I got that dirt off my name
Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Caddilac
They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling
When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in
I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist
Huh, the Olympics for being a realist
If being real was a sport—
Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist
Boy, you don't know how far I came
I got that dirt off my name
Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Caddilac
They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling
When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in
I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist
Huh, the Olympics for being a realist
If being real was a sport—
Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist
I don't do no petty shit, my opps irrelevant
Huh, I'm my own man, never needed help with it
Uh, jump me in, give me the belt with it
But I, I know nothing right
Huh, everywhere I go, I keep that burner
Hmm, know I gotta be ready for murder
Huh, ding-ding with the bhopstick out the window
Please don't get killed 'cause you off the Henn' though
You know what they gon' say 'bout that
You know we don't play 'bout that
Hmm, bitch, he ain't big Blood
Huh, got it out the mud
Huh, nigga wish he could
Huh, survived my hood, chopper with the wood
Mmm, yeah, post around this bitch, I want bud
I want fifteen bricks, she want love
Huh, I'ma let her suck my dick, but she can't get a hug
Huh, say I'm rude, nah, I'm bool when I'm off my drugs
Huh, get 'em off for cheap 'cause I know the plug
He ain't died yet, but— listen
He ain't died yet, but his grave already dug
Huh, VVS my teeth, gettin' tired of slugs
The trap got flat screens and Persian rugs
Swerve somethin', nah, serve somethin'
Uh, show them niggas that you earned somethin'
Got the buffs on, actin' like I ain't heard nothin'
Call the firetruck, Skuba Steve be done burned somethin'
Huh, the bhopstick be done burned somethin'
Uh, hmm, that bitch be done murked somethin'
Uh, RIP, t-shirt somethin'
Uh, too late, that's a learn from me
Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch
Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, had it fucked— nah, nigga, listen
Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch
Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch
Huh, had it right the first time, here it go, bitch
Mmm, nah, had it right the first time, that's how it go, nigga
Huh, drop a four, it's on the floor
Huh, catch his bro up at the store
Hop out the whip and leave him froze
The AR ain't gon' lose control
Boy, you don't know how far I came
I got that dirt off my name
Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Caddilac
They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling
When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in
I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist
Huh, the Olympics for being a realist
If being real was a sport—
Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist
