$ilkmoney - 2 FAH 1 BO-BERRY BRANDON BISCUIT SPECIAL Lyrics

My nigga, I'm glad you said this, I'm glad you have that position

We don't believe you
You need more people, give a f*ck if we came from the same claim, lil' nigga, we not equals
Balloon sucking depleacher cerebral turning your brain into a swiss cheese pool
You a prankster, drug addict reboot and for that, with this pen, I'll play Max Keeble
Thunnie, I see you spreading salacious hatred like a bitch I f*cked on a beach cruise
Then hopped on live off some lines, begging for the God to leap out and tweet you
Shit is pitiful, your pockets f*cked up, but over here, shit is plentiful
You tried to piece it up behind scenes and even say, "Shoutout $ilk" in that weak ass interview
But I get it, dude, you quit chicken flipping and started whippet hitting, then got addicted and threw a fit
'Cause the shit with Rocky won't clickin' then smirch the God for attention
You was suckin' my dick for almost ten years
Almost as long as your bitch you currently with was sucking Trey dick in the $20/night cavalier
You f*ckin' dumb blonde
Can it, Brandon, your career faceplanted so you threw a temper tantrum
Started scamming fans for merch pre-orders to get your fix demanded
How could they ever trust you again?
I know I wouldn't believe a word a junkie said, he'll steal the TV out your house just to puncture your skin
Say hi, it's an eater, say, "Hi, nice to meet you"
With the meat cleaver you used to cut the chicken into equal parts
Before dropping you in the grease and cleaning you with the de-greaser
Ain't talked to this nigga since he left the group
And ever since, it's been Twitter distance, indiscriminate lyrics and pretending to be Lucki's spoof
The love of your life is just a slut with a price
After Bari hit, she sucked Trey dick and he ain't even wanna f*ck 'cause he said the pussy smelled like shit, nigga
All my niggas legit, that bullshit you tryna spin will never stick
Birds of a feather flock together, that's why niggas tweet like pigeons with scripted fiction tellings
Niggas dropping pre-recorded tracks and callin' them disses
I rolled a spliff and pinned the scripture of my mom's kitchen while eating the grit, she so gracious, nigga
This nigga's burnt out, fell off, his whole roll out a fake tell all
And all them drugs already beating your ass and getting you stepped on
This a spiritual lyrical warfare
The God body versus the part-time chicken distributor
Lucki and Carti hard copy that hang women over balconies
You a fraud and everything you talk is a fallacy
He really mad about between him and his bitch
She the only one with all the bodies he claim to be catching for streams

For surely, I get him gladly
Package rap, black baggy then ship back to the past when you made good beats actually
You can't destroy what you didn't build
But in your case, we gave you the skill
And the sound that you claim, it came from Kahlil
You couldn't roll a blunt until you f*cked with us, nigga
Now you just a junky, Thun, it's such a shame that once was said to be legend now was just a f*cking bum
You had to sell that funky bitch you with to pay the rent and get a bag of fent
The bitch was so predictable I'd do a whippet too if I wasn't having shit
Your mom should be ashamed of your actions, kid
But I'd never disrespect that woman that had absolutely no adding
To your current manufactured taxes of grabbing dick
I'm feeling a bit savvy
Been waiting for war as I sharpen my sword on the steel of your casket
Make a cold pussy revert backwards to when you were Kassper, nigga
But you the new Jackson
Hanging bitches over balcony your new passion
Spreading lies on Twitter and beefing with niggas your claim to fame and it's truly saddening
But what the f*ck you expect from a nigga named after pussy?
Nigga, you never had no pussy until you had the pussy every nigga done had and then after, you took it
Talkin' about we burnin' shit
And if we is, we probably got it from your bitch, since we just lying for clicks
I believe for certain Brandon, esteem curtains
Or whatever you want to use to hang yourself with and hover over the surface
The Percs got you hurt, itching, livin' with no purpose and then uncertain
I'm in the very same loaf I went to church with
Just to personally deliver you with this sermon that your desire so passionately burned with
Thank you, Brandon

Ay, thank you, nigga
You bitch ass nigga, suck my motherf*ckin' dick, pussy ass motherf*cker
I ain't gon' tell 'em, I ain't gon' tell 'em you pussy, nigga
I'mma just keep it between me and you, bitch ass nigga
It's the God, baby
G.O.D.
It's me
They say, "The good die young," nigga
That's why I'mma live forever, nigga, I'm magnificent, bitch ass nigga
Ain't no more motherf*ckin' Divine Council, nigga
That shit motherf*ckin' dead from this day fourth, bitch ass motherf*ckers
It's DBSB, 3272
G-l-o-b-e, A-B-B
Forever and always, baby, yours truly
I love you