Brodie (MASHUP) lyrics

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n*gga, gun, n*gga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, n*gga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .40
Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin
Could a young n*gga f*ck my b*tch
Drop out of school, no flunk
Meditate up on these b*tches, n*gga, like Monk
It's a walk through the park, but it's not, b*tch, I run
Head so good, had to call a replay
Call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me
That's them Percs, let mе itch my face (Pull-pull-pull)
Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick
That b*tch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut)
Put 'еm on the floor like, sh*t, ayy
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Chorus part five, you n*ggas been waitin'
Good aim with this Glock, should've played in the Matrix
We ain't killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I've been poppin' my sh*t and these n*ggas they hate it
Throwin' my gang, I'm reppin' my set
I don't want me a Glock, hit his ass with this TEC
Why he got on a vest? 'Cause I aim at his neck
I serve a n*gga [?] that sh*t finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a n*gga know
I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
b*tch I'm freestylin', you thought this sh*t was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I'm just here to give him hope
If a n*gga want smoke, b*tch you know that it's up
If I pull my di*k out, then yo' b*tch gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain't know it was tough
And I ain't squashin' no beef, pus*y n*gga it's stuck, yeah

[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n*ggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Uh, say that I'll call a ape for a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
(If you got that work, I'ma take that)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n*gga, gun, n*gga, me too
Brodie gon' what, brodie gon' back out, brodie gon'
Brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, n*gga diggin' that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut 'em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38's, three 22's

[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
I feel like I'm yo' daddy, how many times I'm gon' f*ck?
Tryna put my di*k in her butt
Swerving in that b*tch, she bound to take di*k
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big di*ky, no half, but infinity
Stroke your vicinity, b*tches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin'
n*ggas say they "body the pus*y", then lets bang
Kill a f*ck n*gga, he pus*y, don’t want pain
Watch a n*gga fold or mold, he won’t stay
I've been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m pus*y ‘til beam hit your face
Glock in yo' mouth, got your b*tch at my house
And that b*tch tryna f*ck, so I’m f*ckin' her face (Ayy)