Free Brodie, boy my face actin like he know me
He's spinning deep and I'll leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly, put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My 2-4 have these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothin' by it
Then shit went silent, he peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping his timing
I was on 5th, he was on 8th
Imma dawg, rip out of the gate
Glock sound like thunder when it rain
Shouldn't have put his family through that pain
Tryna beef with nothin to gain
But shit, you know how it go
If you don't, you know what you know
Just know I ain't got it for show
I ain't gotta pop you, uh
But my mans will let that shit blow
Man, I'll fly to Alaska to handle the beef
You want this work, well keep it discreet
Seen his diss, it was sweet
And his homies talking through tweets
Man, my heat is not for the weak
That's what I tell his ass every week
Need a new pack to smoke in this leaf
Cut his water off, bust a leak
Drilling shit, I'm hitting shit
Kobe range ain't missing shit
F*ck your bitch, she love the drip
She just tryna swallow shit
Kobe how I'm popping shit
Don't f*ck with the opposite
Ski mask on, I'm dropping shit
Always keep a knock n' shit
Goofy call him ludacris
Zooted look like exorcist
Hanging with them demons, need a crucifix
Demons in my circle and we toting sticks
Toting blicks
Nigga want smoke, light him up like a candle
Trap god selling all the work out the bando
You probably inside of your crib playing 'tendo
Bought a new chop, came with an extendo
We was outside sliding opps in the rental
Bang a big chops, sound like instrumental
Uh
My niggas be selling that work
Knuckle up or get put on a shirt
Brodie slide, put your face in the dirt
Up the pole, all my shooters alert
Free Brodie
Boy my face acting like he know me
He spinning deep and I leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly
Put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My two four have, these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothing by it
Then shit went silent
He peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping it's timing
Gang
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Free Brodie, boy my face actin like he know me
He's spinning deep and I'll leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly, put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My 2-4 have these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothin' by it
Then shit went silent, he peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping his timing
I was on 5th, he was on 8th
Imma dawg, rip out of the gate
Glock sound like thunder when it rain
Shouldn't have put his family through that pain
Tryna beef with nothin to gain
But shit, you know how it go
If you don't, you know what you know
Just know I ain't got it for show
I ain't gotta pop you, uh
But my mans will let that shit blow
Man, I'll fly to Alaska to handle the beef
You want this work, well keep it discreet
Seen his diss, it was sweet
And his homies talking through tweets
Man, my heat is not for the weak
That's what I tell his ass every week
Need a new pack to smoke in this leaf
Cut his water off, bust a leak
Drilling shit, I'm hitting shit
Kobe range ain't missing shit
F*ck your bitch, she love the drip
She just tryna swallow shit
Kobe how I'm popping shit
Don't f*ck with the opposite
Ski mask on, I'm dropping shit
Always keep a knock n' shit
Goofy call him ludacris
Zooted look like exorcist
Hanging with them demons, need a crucifix
Demons in my circle and we toting sticks
Toting blicks
Nigga want smoke, light him up like a candle
Trap god selling all the work out the bando
You probably inside of your crib playing 'tendo
Bought a new chop, came with an extendo
We was outside sliding opps in the rental
Bang a big chops, sound like instrumental
Uh
My niggas be selling that work
Knuckle up or get put on a shirt
Brodie slide, put your face in the dirt
Up the pole, all my shooters alert
Free Brodie
Boy my face acting like he know me
He spinning deep and I leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly
Put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My two four have, these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothing by it
Then shit went silent
He peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping it's timing
Gang
He's spinning deep and I'll leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly, put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My 2-4 have these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothin' by it
Then shit went silent, he peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping his timing
I was on 5th, he was on 8th
Imma dawg, rip out of the gate
Glock sound like thunder when it rain
Shouldn't have put his family through that pain
Tryna beef with nothin to gain
But shit, you know how it go
If you don't, you know what you know
Just know I ain't got it for show
I ain't gotta pop you, uh
But my mans will let that shit blow
Man, I'll fly to Alaska to handle the beef
You want this work, well keep it discreet
Seen his diss, it was sweet
And his homies talking through tweets
Man, my heat is not for the weak
That's what I tell his ass every week
Need a new pack to smoke in this leaf
Cut his water off, bust a leak
Drilling shit, I'm hitting shit
Kobe range ain't missing shit
F*ck your bitch, she love the drip
She just tryna swallow shit
Kobe how I'm popping shit
Don't f*ck with the opposite
Ski mask on, I'm dropping shit
Always keep a knock n' shit
Goofy call him ludacris
Zooted look like exorcist
Hanging with them demons, need a crucifix
Demons in my circle and we toting sticks
Toting blicks
Nigga want smoke, light him up like a candle
Trap god selling all the work out the bando
You probably inside of your crib playing 'tendo
Bought a new chop, came with an extendo
We was outside sliding opps in the rental
Bang a big chops, sound like instrumental
Uh
My niggas be selling that work
Knuckle up or get put on a shirt
Brodie slide, put your face in the dirt
Up the pole, all my shooters alert
Free Brodie
Boy my face acting like he know me
He spinning deep and I leave his ass doley
He was running, running slowly
Put him on his back
Yeah, I cross his ass like Kobe
Bryant
My two four have, these niggas causing a riot
Why you so violent
Shit, I ain't mean nothing by it
Then shit went silent
He peeping his opps
Put on his mask, I'm peeping it's timing
Gang
Writer: Shamari Brandy, T Lyons
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