BRAIN lyrics

[Skit: Mikey More]
I don't give a f*ck
Where the money at, man? (Happy)
Yo
It's the artist formerly known as Big Shablique, n*gga, Mikey More, n*gga, and welcome to No Rooftops 2, b*tch (Happy)
We back to back with mad sh*t
Aye (I think I might be happy)
Lemme tell you what we do around here n*gga, this the new tape exclusively on OnlyFans, my n*gga (Happy)
Ya f*ckin gabbagool

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Wokk, wokk wokk
Rawr, rawr, rawr rawr rawr (I think I might be happy)
Yuh, yuh
Whoop, whoop whoop, WOKK, WOKK
I'm like, "hello, how ya durn?"
Uh, heard I got them birds, huh?
[?] my nectar, yeah my Kerns (WOKK)
White gold, Silver Surfer
DA tried to search us
I hand out curse marks
Y'all n*ggas Nerf soft
Shoot your block then skrrt off
Put her in Moschino, I'm Gambino, honor me like C-Note
Y'all know my creed tho, no regrets, RIP to Cee-Low
She order Pino, I'm on this lean tho, pour it in Pellegrino
Her pus*y Pitou, I'm Hunter x Hunter, crush his head in, be Gon
[?] Lacey, Agent Provocateur tasting
Eat it up like an edible arrangement
Power forward like an Indiana Pacer
I'm in Atlanta with Caleb
And we sent a f*ckboy to [?] (We did)
I'm too hot to drop, 'tato
I'm 100, Create-A-Player
Eating salmon while im on a Leer (Yeah)
I'm on Exotic Pop, you drink beer (SSET)
I'm that n*gga they stop and they stare (b*tch)
She gone grip the woodgrain and then steer (Buh buh buh)
Don't crash out baby, no fear (Yuh)
Apply for New York, no stallionaire (Yuh)
Hundred messages I never respond back
Like I'm a creative player
2 times, 2Phone
2 rhymes, I'm eco-friendly, I recycle
I flex on a f*ck n*gga, P90
I got so much weed I might beat Gandhi (Yeah)
I'm that n*gga that nutted in Kehlani (Yeah)
And she ate all the pics you sent Tommy (Yeah)
Need an Angelica to come get it out me (Waaakkk)
White girl called me n*gga, bring the black out me
Mm, don't make me slap you, hoe
And call your mama a cracker, hoe
Good, came over for dinner after tho
You know I don't eat no damn pot roast
[?] at the the horn like a triathlon
I got Rei on my chest like its Evangelion
Ice cubes in my drank, [?] anaconda (430)
White haired Sisqó, thong thong song (Mikey, jump in)
[Verse 2: Mikey More]
[?], gimme that Bone-Thug, I want that Sosa, gimme that drill (Shake)
I need that head, baby that guillotine, put em inside a box logo Supreme
Beat up til sunrise, why she ain't leave?
I sip Corona her pus*y vaccine
Call me Max Keeble my big moves
I bag it and spin move I been off the [?] caffeine
[?] shirt and untuck it
I told you I been off the porch since a youngin
Arrived at the sunrise, don't leave til the sunset
She come for the beats I don't come til she suckin
I grease and I fly, you ain't gone fly
Walk inside Vegas im booted my fye
Fay' in the cup, pull a pole on a stripper for [?]
I shoot in the club then I red eye
I get wasted, pack too heavy I weightlift
I been fighting these cases
I don't think ima make it (that's cap)
[?] like a Saiyan
Black Air Forces I'm racist
Run with the bag and you chase it
I'm bout that game baby play it
Say raaawr
sh*t, f*ck
Aye, big nuts
Kick door, long ladder watch it fix homes
Take my roof off, I might boot up
He hold blues I might need two of them
He ain't gone do nothin' say he gone shoot something
Chopper gone cut him in half he a coupon
[Verse 3: DEETRANADA]
I do not f*ck with no peons, be gone
Two phone and I are the flyest[?]
I do not drive yet, but I'm skrrt'n off in a black Tesla, Elon
b*tch I ain't sweet, I'm a demon, stop it
Jesse and James, that mean I'm a Rocket
f*ck all that hating and gossip
I'm gone put 10 on your head and make back all the profit
Talk crazy but that's on computers
Commercial with Nike but b*tch ima do it
You ain't worth sh*t in my book
You more than translated from Yale
You n*ggas is useless
Stupid if you think you stopping me
One diss I'll end your career, Yagami
[?] you part of me, ima be rich and they mad, in all honesty
Play with my iron like Socrates, tag me, trying to find your home like Odyssey
In the B bangin [?]
Air the boy out, since he think he outta me
I go too hard and you know that
I walk in [?] that sleep on a n*gga like Kodak
I do not talk to no throwback, just stay in the past, I'ma keep doing me til I collapse
Heard the b*tch lookin for smoke, don't run from a thing, cop you some gas, go and roll that
Me and Robb pull up like Bobby and Whit, crack your sh*t for a spliff and a double cup, who that
Not a real n*gga, air the work out, I'ma rob me a n*gga
Robb, tell these n*ggas I'm comin, don't like an affiliate, might just pop me a n*gga, duh, uh
You and your twin got the same face
That's cute, come give me the same face
Baltimore baby to the grave [?]
Buss down [?], your drug dealer wrist game
[?], skrrt when I switch lanes
Cut you out the pic cause you not for the big game
Buss her in the head, ha, I'm insane
Everybody bang, til somebody let the sh*t bang, ah
[Outro: Robb Bank$]
Yeah yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, cut that sh*t
That sh*t hard, huh? Yeah, that sh*t was hard, that's the brains right there
No Rooftops 2
We here
I know a lot of the supporters thought it wasn't gonna come out
"You been holding it for 2 years, Robb, where's No Rooftops 2?"
Well here you go
It's here
Y2K edition, only 2000's beats
Just to get a little nostalgic