Brazy Story Video (MV)

Got the drop on a rapping nigga they thought i fell off
Hell nah i been getting to it might not pick up calls
Let's talk facts we don't cap nigga when we shoot they fall
Niggas sneak dissing got a few heads on my wall
Hit bro like meet me with the whop it's popping off
Man i flex a couple bands she top us off
Hit big bro 5 like yo i need that thorax
Im from the town baby boy not from the raq
We be fly they don't ride but they talking homocide
When you ask em who they shot they don't reply
Aint no telling what im on i might be high
Ain't no telling when them pistols is outside
And im getting to this bread wonder why
Might shoot em for what happened in july
I be tripping man i think i lost my mind
That baby 9 ugh a son of mines ugh
I tell that bitch dont talk be a mime
I tuck my chain in before i tuck my pride
And we don't say a word when slide
And word to the birds we be high
10 toes down im a real one yeah i call my youngin he gone drill something
10 toes down im a real one yeah i call my youngin he gone drill something
Bitch look cici i ain't wilson
And im kicking shit like will son
Im thankful for these birds like the pilgrims
Woah thank the plug he a real one
Ahhh god blessed em with some ill guns
The lord blessed me with some trill ones
20 plus them my real duns
Im spitting shit like im ill or something
She chose me i ain't steal nothing
Take her out to eat then i drill something
Make these pussy wanna kill something
It's 10 hollows in this lil gun
I dont wanna beef i want the bread boy
They remixing what i said boy
I call her up for extra head boy
I be zoning off the meds boy
Like 50 whip yo head boy
I keep it cool but still a fill you up with led boy