[Chorus]
Brr, ayy
Course I got the cheque, course I brought my banger
Yo' ho call me "Izzy," my ho call me "Zay," yeah
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin' spicy on these beats, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit 'cause I'm not entertained, yeah
Call up Bri', go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah
[Verse 1]
A.R. beat it, boom-bop, I just need the guwap
Might just cop some Moonrock, these Giuseppe, watch me moonwalk
It get flipped, yeah, that's a full bruh, bro you fucking with them tools, bruh
Saved your brother from them shooters and we slide on bro we know he boo'd up
Ooh, we had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his Crocs on
Let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeah, then turn the FOX on
AR-47 fry yo' head just like a hot comb
Br—broke boy couldn't get no GTC, he tried to box tho
Whippin' out this Mazi, brodie sippin Quali'
I feel safer with them choppers, feel like I'm the trending topic
Fucked this bad ho, got the top bit, he can't see, ayy, make the top lift
With no delay make the chop rip, I'm like PK like to fire shit
I'm like BK like to fry shit, baby, what's your favorite color diamonds?
On vacay, can't tell where I'm is, ayy bro, what the time is?
Yeah he just got like five heads, got twins on dick, they Siamese
Brr, ayy
Course I got the cheque, course I brought my banger
Yo' ho call me "Izzy," my ho call me "Zay," yeah
Scared to talk to you, I don't know what to say, yeah
I keep running up big bands, till my shit sprained
Talkin' spicy on these beats, yeah, just like pepper spray
I can let these lil niggas talk shit 'cause I'm not entertained, yeah
Call up Bri', go do your work, I had to tell that girl to wait, yeah
[Verse 1]
A.R. beat it, boom-bop, I just need the guwap
Might just cop some Moonrock, these Giuseppe, watch me moonwalk
It get flipped, yeah, that's a full bruh, bro you fucking with them tools, bruh
Saved your brother from them shooters and we slide on bro we know he boo'd up
Ooh, we had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his Crocs on
Let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeah, then turn the FOX on
AR-47 fry yo' head just like a hot comb
Br—broke boy couldn't get no GTC, he tried to box tho
Whippin' out this Mazi, brodie sippin Quali'
I feel safer with them choppers, feel like I'm the trending topic
Fucked this bad ho, got the top bit, he can't see, ayy, make the top lift
With no delay make the chop rip, I'm like PK like to fire shit
I'm like BK like to fry shit, baby, what's your favorite color diamonds?
On vacay, can't tell where I'm is, ayy bro, what the time is?
Yeah he just got like five heads, got twins on dick, they Siamese
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