Brady MAF Teeski (Ft. Mama Million)

[Intro: MAF Teeski]
(You aren't even a cold breeze for my man Taz)
Yeah

[Chorus: MAF Teeski & Mama Million]
Get in the 'yo and pop my shit, I spit crack just like the '80s
Send my Scoom to beat your shit down, pull on your block and drop like eighty
42 Dugg, I'm young and turnt, now she tryna have my baby
And the way I dicked her down, you know I left her actin' crazy
Runnin' laps around these bitches, I got bands just like I'm Katie
I'm not a lover girl, I'll break your bank, but I can't be your lady
Lil' Mameezy might get wet for you, just cop brand new Mercedes
I been touched down on bitches, check the score, I feel like Tom Brady

[Verse 1: MAF Teeski]
I know you gon' tell, all my opps be 12, Tom Brady
You could catch a shеll, you know we got guns just like the Navy
Quick to pop a nigga, so I bought a gun without no safеty
Brand new Louis tee, Amiri jeans, B30s, they can't take me
Guess she all up in her feelings, lil' bitch mad that she can't date me
They can't fuck with me at night, you know I shit on my opps daily
All the bad hoes, they love Slick, run 'round the town, they tryna rape me
All you niggas my receivers, I'm throwin' bullets, Tom Brady

[Verse 2: Mama Million]
Havin' motion, come and top me in the front seat of the Hummer
Chasin' commas, please don't get me misconstrued with all the drama
Bitch, I'm really lit right now, wait 'til I get rich just like Madonna
He know I'm her, make his ass nut on the floor, I can't be baby mama
I'm one of them ones, I ain't cocky, but who is them? I don't fuck with them bitches
I am not LeBron, you hoes my sons the way that I'm dunkin' on bitches
Uh, make 'em nervous, I do that on purpose
Eliantte my wrist, iced out my neck because I'm worth it