Brown Boy 1 NAV

[Intro]
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys, she say I'm the realest

[Chorus]
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys, she say I'm the realest
My pockets full of brown boys, tell me what's the business
(My pockets full of brown boys, tell me what's the business)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys, she say I'm the realest
My pockets full of brown boys, tell me what's the business
(My pockets full of brown boys, tell me what's the business)

[Verse 1]
I'm not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I'm the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I'm the type that got the killers on speed dial
If he diss me in the mall, I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm about to steal another brown boy bitch now
I'm leavin' from the Rex and I'm going to B-Town
It's like I'm born in Texas where I'm drinkin' lean now
She think I'm crazy, poppin' molly, I can't sit down
All of the bitches who dissed me, you ain't doin' shit now
All of the niggas who ridin', man, they turned to snitch now
All of my niggas killers, they won't pass on a lick
We never fold, never told, don't fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on road, they might empty the clip
Just like Future, fuck around, you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me, tell them, "Try to pull it"
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it