Brash Out ​tana (Ft. Rich Amiri)

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[Intro: Rich Amiri & tana]
Pop a pill, finna crash, take a Addy, finna crash
Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Ayy, pop a Addy, finna crash out
Got a quarter million dollars in the trap house
Took a bad body bitch and put an ass on her
Fuckin' on his main ho, so he mad now
I was getting money before a nigga left out
I was getting money before I had clout
Turn my grandmama crib to a trap house
Pull up to the opps show then I air it out

[Verse 1: tana & Rich Amiri]
Uh, yeah, pop a molly then I brash out
Flew this bitch out to Atlanta just to act out
She said she would never go in that truck
She got a quarter million dollars on her ass now
Nah, I don't want your head now, lil' bitch, you can keep it
All y'all niggas lil', no, you ain't fuckin' with me
If I say I'm done with her, she know that I mean it
Bitch keep callin' me Thugger, she know that I'm Steven
Uh, yeah, pop a molly then I brash out
How the fuck I did a show out in Nebraska?
Skinny jeans with a mask, team mascot
And my brother only blast with his flag out
I keep like ten to twenty bitches up in here with me
I could never fuck with a bitch unless she is a freak
I’m screaming, "Slatt," Mafiaso, I turn up the heat
And when I'm goin' to my lair, I take her with me
Baby Thugger, Liu Kang and Ryu
Achoo, bitches sneezin' on the dick, achoo
Momma told me I'll go up, I said, "Damn," I knew
Foreign bitch talkin' to me, think she speaking Bantu, Patois
Boom, bah, gun shot
Walk 'round, cutter, step out, cutter
Y'all niggas switched on me, y'all niggas fucked up
And I'm forever screamin', "GF" for my brother (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)