Brat lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Jackboy]
My lil' b*tch a brat (Brat), I hate how she acts (Ayy)
But she got my back (Brat, yeah), she gon' hold my strap (Strap, yeah)
She gon' hold it down (Down, yeah)
I don’t gotta be around ('Round here)
She don’t f*ck around with clowns (Clowns, yeah)
Only love a real n*gga style (Style, ayy)
Girl, I love your style, oh don’t drive me wild (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Ayy, ayy), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)
Girl, I love your smile (Ayy, ayy), you deserve my child (Yeah)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Yeah), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Dreezy]
Smart mouth but got dumb ass, with a pretty fragrance in the stink, wow (Uhu)
Big dog, if that n*gga bank roll bounce then you know I’m skatin' off (Skrrt)
Brown skin with a yellow bone, givin' Naomi Campbell & Kate Moss (Bad)
I don’t f*ck around with safe n*ggas unlеss you tryna show me to the bank vault (Money?)
Hе know I’m a brat if he need me
I get what I want but I ain’t needy (Uhu)
I made him dress in all Palm Angels, he better ride in a demon (Savage)
If he duckin' them people we love in them beamer, I fly to a spot where it’s breezy (We gone)
Coulda got it with any lil' b*tch that he wanted, but he know they ain’t f*ckin' with Dreezy
[Chorus: Jackboy]
My lil' b*tch a brat (Brat), I hate how she acts (Ayy)
But she got my back (Brat, yeah), she gon' hold my strap (Strap, yeah)
She gon' hold it down (Down, yeah)
I don’t gotta be around ('Round here)
She don’t f*ck around with clowns (Clowns, yeah)
Only love a real n*gga style (Style, ayy)
Girl, I love your style, oh don’t drive me wild (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Ayy, ayy), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)
Girl, I love your smile (Ayy, ayy), you deserve my child (Yeah)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Yeah), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Hey now, his lil' b*tch a brat
Face to the critter, won’t f*ck her from the back
Love how I ride it, and when he inside me, he asked what I wanted
I tell him, “Surpise me,” aye
Make one call, she comin'
I ain’t reminding a n*gga 'bout nothing
Brand new body, ain’t got no bodies
Brand new car came with no milage
Make sh*t happen, he sponsor for me
No he adore me, he coppin' for me
When we’ll be f*ckin', I f*ck him to sleep
[?] when I’m suckin', do somethin' to me
Just how I’m comin', eh
One night in here made him runnin'
And [?]
He take me shoppin' and get in my stomach, aye
[Chorus: Jackboy]
My lil' b*tch a brat (Brat), I hate how she acts (Ayy)
But she got my back (Brat, yeah), she gon' hold my strap (Strap, yeah)
She gon' hold it down (Down, yeah)
I don’t gotta be around ('Round here)
She don’t f*ck around with clowns (Clowns, yeah)
Only love a real n*gga style (Style, ayy)
Girl, I love your style, oh don’t drive me wild (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Ayy, ayy), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)
Girl, I love your smile (Ayy, ayy), you deserve my child (Yeah)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Yeah), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 3: Jackboy]
[?]
[?]
She done ran off with the pack
[?] where I was at
Now I’m ballin' with the bricks like Sheck
f*ck karma, I got a dirty gat
And I’m still with it on my lap
See yo' pus*y n*gga he get lit
Why the f*ck does she say [?]
pus*y wet, I’ma eat up the [?]
f*ck all night, I don’t keep out the [?]
[?] she push on my chest
How she f*ckin', she deserve a cheque
That’s the guy, I link up the sweat
Other guy that beat up her back
When she ride, I give 'em respect
[Chorus: Jackboy]
My lil' b*tch a brat (Brat), I hate how she acts (Ayy)
But she got my back (Brat, yeah), she gon' hold my strap (Strap, yeah)
She gon' hold it down (Down, yeah)
I don’t gotta be around ('Round here)
She don’t f*ck around with clowns (Clowns, yeah)
Only love a real n*gga style (Style, ayy)
Girl, I love your style, oh don’t drive me wild (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Ayy, ayy), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)
Girl, I love your smile (Ayy, ayy), you deserve my child (Yeah)
Oh, gonna di*k you down (Yeah), oh f*ckin' on the ground (Ayy, yeah)