BRB Lyrics

[Hook x2]
They just wanna tell you what a gun do
Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu
We sell food
Make young dons shoot
Smoke stew
If I say I'm on you
So you on me
Yeah I like that
I'm the striker and you the right back
Handy Hand ting pushing right back
If I sip it
Na, I'll be right back

[Verse 1]
Can't, Can't do road with the bros
Don't mean I ain't comfy on my ones
And these Niggas want holes
That are run through
That are ready done
And you Niggas stay home
Playing games that's where you see a gun
And I'll do it main road
Anywhere rude boy, you better run
I been duckin' plain clothes
Them days I used to suck my thumb
Uckk of these hoes
With a straight ball and a tongue
[Uckerz]
I always got bro
I don't care what my Nigga done
You either run with the dargz' them
Or my dargz make a Nigga run
You Niggas got a half skeng
No bells, that's half of a gun
And you Niggas are half men
Bare talk, but what the f*ck you done?
I ain't gotta ask them
My bros already know what I'm on
And our one keep half skengs
I don't even know what he's on
They just wanna tell you what a gun do
Little rapper ain't seen a gun shoot
Ain't dumb youts'
Talking bout rob who
No dumb youths
Selling weed,that's mute
Touch who? wrapping lives
That's cute
It's a factor, rob man's trap too
I ain't a bad yout'
Saying things you won't do
I'll run a boy down, I'm a known yout'

[Hook x2]
They just wanna tell you what a gun do Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu
We sell food
Make young dons shoot
Smoke stew
If I say I'm on you
So you on me
Yeah I like that
I'm the striker and you the right back
Handy Hand ting pushing right back
If I sip it
Na, I'll be right back

[Verse 2]
Just collected a dark and white pack
I'm with my darg
Tryna find cats
Tryna find out where their goldmines at
I'll bill a spot right where your lines at
Yo, line that
I need hard Z's
Yo, my man
Why's your dark pressed
I need TT
I need to be a chef
I need to cook meals
I need to feed the ends
I got plans
I need to get dough'
I know cats
I've built phones
I smoke Ammm
I get man smoked
She blows man
Straight to the throw
And if I poke her
How she gonna cope?
No ties here, she can use my rope
She got nice hair
She ain't gotta go
We got bands there
Don't let it show
Violations, I can't let it go
No patience, I need to get it bro
Straight face lift, when I let it go
New faces, I don't get involved
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh
I won't get involved
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh
Still might see me out in my leather coat

[Hook x2]
They just wanna tell you what a gun do
Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu
We sell food
Make young dons shoot
Smoke stew
If I say I'm on you
So you on me
Yeah I like that
I'm the striker and you the right back
Handy Hand ting pushing right back
If I sip it
Na, I'll be right back

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