"Brazy Beat" lyrics
(feat. Babyfxce E, Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike)
[Babyfxce E:]
Mm
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Bitch
Yeah
Ayy, huh
Somebody call a Brinks Truck
It's me, Mike, Jay, and Ri, we're like three-plus
We ain't got no strap, we just rap, we don't think much
But we got the strap, so get back before you leak blood
I know she tryna fuck, it was a distinct hug
Lil' bro cook so many heads, we call him Clean Cutz
Rio pull up in a Lam', that bitch got green guts
That house up on the corner of the M, that's what the fiends love
We used to trap out it
Fine shit come sit on me just like a back pocket
If we can't catch him in the V, I bet the Track' got him
She got on Balenci' boots with the fur, but not no Apple Bottom
Uh, come on
Last nigga tried Fxce, ask about him
Me and Gangsta watch the tapes and then we laugh about it
Body a nigga, throw him in the dumpster, he was talkin' trash about me
I shouldn't have put her on and now she finna crash about me
[RMC Mike:]
We drunk a pint of old red and then cracked about it
I fucked her once and disappeared, now she askin' 'bout me
She walked in knowin' we all hit, we start laughin' 'bout it
This a Gen5, 19, clip half a dollar
You want me at your show? Give me a half a dollar
Huh, that's a fifty-ball
Finna pour a whole fuckin' pint, my bitch piss me off
He bought a eighth, got to the crib like, "Damn, he ripped me off"
Damn, well-trained with this shit, I hold the rifle different
Took the Glock from baby bro and he start fightin' niggas
Popped a nigga with a gun I own, but now my license different
I got introduced to shit talkin', now my life is different
Now my life expensive
We can do some business, but at the end of the day, I don't like them niggas
Rap, hustled up some dog shit and bought a tiger with it
Now I'm a millionaire straight from the 6, that's what grindin' get you
[YN Jay:]
Damn, I popped a Percocet, it got me fightin' different, ayy
This ain't no CPL, I got my license different, ayy
He ain't buyin' no new chain, he just ice dippin', ayy
I left this bitch on read, she found the right nigga, ayy
Psh, I be drop-kickin', ayy
Lil' bro don't drink sodas, but he pop niggas, ayy
Bro beat his ass with a baton, they thought the cops did it, ayy
They shot him in his leg, that's why he hop different, ayy
Ayy, you better stop them niggas, ayy
Bitch, before my lil' bro get mad and pop them niggas, ayy
I dropped out of school, bitch, I was not suspended, ayy
I just left my bitch on mute because she didn't listen, ayy
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
True story, nigga put his hands on me and then he went missin'
I was gone for a week, they ask me where I'm at, I went fishin'
We got the same watch on, but his tick tickin'
I go Balenciaga shirt with a Rick glizzy
Like, this a Rick Owens gun, man
This bitch a spit fifty
Employee Lamborghini shirt on, bitch, I'm a bit spiffy
I got the hat too, I got the car too
Ayy, Jay, I got a cheat code, press R2
Mike got the four and a half inch, I got a R2
I with the real Lady Drac, 7.62
I drink so mother motherfuckin' much drink, can't get the flu
You ain't have five M's, so you can't say what money meant to you
If my bitch say she leavin', shit, I'm dippin' too
How the fuck your opp still breathin'? You got a pistol too
Like, nigga, when you finna shoot?
I can get a pint of Quagen every day 'cause I'm in the Lou
Lil' Yachty called me early mornin, what we finna do?
Okay, I know we finna hit the stu', but we gon' sip some juice
Mm
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Bitch
Yeah
Ayy, huh
Somebody call a Brinks Truck
It's me, Mike, Jay, and Ri, we're like three-plus
We ain't got no strap, we just rap, we don't think much
But we got the strap, so get back before you leak blood
I know she tryna fuck, it was a distinct hug
Lil' bro cook so many heads, we call him Clean Cutz
Rio pull up in a Lam', that bitch got green guts
That house up on the corner of the M, that's what the fiends love
We used to trap out it
Fine shit come sit on me just like a back pocket
If we can't catch him in the V, I bet the Track' got him
She got on Balenci' boots with the fur, but not no Apple Bottom
Uh, come on
Last nigga tried Fxce, ask about him
Me and Gangsta watch the tapes and then we laugh about it
Body a nigga, throw him in the dumpster, he was talkin' trash about me
I shouldn't have put her on and now she finna crash about me
[RMC Mike:]
We drunk a pint of old red and then cracked about it
I fucked her once and disappeared, now she askin' 'bout me
She walked in knowin' we all hit, we start laughin' 'bout it
This a Gen5, 19, clip half a dollar
You want me at your show? Give me a half a dollar
Huh, that's a fifty-ball
Finna pour a whole fuckin' pint, my bitch piss me off
He bought a eighth, got to the crib like, "Damn, he ripped me off"
Damn, well-trained with this shit, I hold the rifle different
Took the Glock from baby bro and he start fightin' niggas
Popped a nigga with a gun I own, but now my license different
I got introduced to shit talkin', now my life is different
Now my life expensive
We can do some business, but at the end of the day, I don't like them niggas
Rap, hustled up some dog shit and bought a tiger with it
Now I'm a millionaire straight from the 6, that's what grindin' get you
[YN Jay:]
Damn, I popped a Percocet, it got me fightin' different, ayy
This ain't no CPL, I got my license different, ayy
He ain't buyin' no new chain, he just ice dippin', ayy
I left this bitch on read, she found the right nigga, ayy
Psh, I be drop-kickin', ayy
Lil' bro don't drink sodas, but he pop niggas, ayy
Bro beat his ass with a baton, they thought the cops did it, ayy
They shot him in his leg, that's why he hop different, ayy
Ayy, you better stop them niggas, ayy
Bitch, before my lil' bro get mad and pop them niggas, ayy
I dropped out of school, bitch, I was not suspended, ayy
I just left my bitch on mute because she didn't listen, ayy
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
True story, nigga put his hands on me and then he went missin'
I was gone for a week, they ask me where I'm at, I went fishin'
We got the same watch on, but his tick tickin'
I go Balenciaga shirt with a Rick glizzy
Like, this a Rick Owens gun, man
This bitch a spit fifty
Employee Lamborghini shirt on, bitch, I'm a bit spiffy
I got the hat too, I got the car too
Ayy, Jay, I got a cheat code, press R2
Mike got the four and a half inch, I got a R2
I with the real Lady Drac, 7.62
I drink so mother motherfuckin' much drink, can't get the flu
You ain't have five M's, so you can't say what money meant to you
If my bitch say she leavin', shit, I'm dippin' too
How the fuck your opp still breathin'? You got a pistol too
Like, nigga, when you finna shoot?
I can get a pint of Quagen every day 'cause I'm in the Lou
Lil' Yachty called me early mornin, what we finna do?
Okay, I know we finna hit the stu', but we gon' sip some juice
