BRADADA lyrics

[Intro: ZOTiYAC]
Ayy, hold on, hold on
Ayy, hold on, hold on
Ayy, I hop out a—, hop out a—
Hop in a Porsche with a—
Or hop in a four-wheel

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
Ayy, Latina b*tch and she sip on Modelo
Tequilla on ice, that's that sh*t that she like
Yeah that ho a lil’ rebel
Ain't finna cap, it was fuego
Aim at yo' head, and then let go
We T.T.G, they on yellow
Hold that like a cello
Shoot that like I’m 'Mello
Ayy, I ain't havin' that
Let that b*tch blow like "Bradada"
I keep a big scope for my cataracts
We pull up with toys like a cabbage patch
Smackin' yo' b*tch, then I'm passin' her back
’Cause these hoes ain’t sh*t, I'ma keep it a stack
Roll too big, I can’t keep it in cash
Don't talk sh*t, I be speakin' all facts
Ayy, n*gga, talk on me, he must not like life
n*ggas pus*y, they b*tch, I do not like dykes
Bought some new cold steel, man, this sh*t break ice (Break ice)
Red dot look like backlights
Dumpin' the plumber, I came with that pipe
Dump at your home, and it cause a crash site
And we want your soul, so we comin’ at night
[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
.223 squeezin', repeat it
He gets defeated, deleted
The clip, he receivin'
The whip, he retreatin'
No witnesses left in this b*tch breathin'
I aim at yo' neck with the Smith and Wesson
He's in the kitchen, like slim ski sh*t
[?], blood in your car vanish
One in the chamber, I give that boy heart damage
Just look at me, don't look sadly
A tall white b*tch, call it Shaun Bradley
n*ggas wanna catch the case so badly, but those stupid ass comments go right past me
Fredo be high as f*ck, like Shaggy
The wood finished, light it up, Miyagi
There's no n*ggas, ain't gonna art review
Carbine's too nice not to use it, it's carvin' you
Like archery darts, split your heart in two
I hit up arteries, now in you articles
You made of sixty percent water too
Shouldn't be hard to turn yo' sh*t to particles
Roll the whip like roly-poly or like marbles do
You like your b*tches bigger, you f*ck with them Marmadukes

[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
Uh-uh-uh, don't f*ck around with that square sh*t
You under the bed like you scared, b*tch
When we ridin' out, it ain't fair, b*tch
So, no, we don't f*ck with that hidin' sh*t
Droppin' your pen 'fore I drop this clip
Find out where you are, then we slide in, b*tch
She ain't have to work, so we robbed this b*tch
Go through the trap, n*gga
I'm shootin' at n*ggas, like he talkin' sh*t, then we scoopin' that n*gga
Wet his ass up, we gon' scuba that n*gga
This ain't no hoopla, I hoop with that n*gga
You get the picture, boy, you get disfigured
Blow one hole through him, then we through with that n*gga
Got a new pen? You ain't usin' that, n*gga
Take that, you don't know what to do with that, n*gga (Eh heh)