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
Marino my body, you Prada 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 C’s, you oughta [?]
Air the boy out, since he think he outta me
I go too hard and you know that
I walk in that’s candid I snap 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, ain’t a thing change
Buss down [?], your drug dealer wrist game
Imported cars, skrrt, when I switch lanes
Cut you out the pic cause you ain’t for the big frame
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