Brash Out lyrics

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[Intro: Rich Amiri & tana]
Pop a pill, finna crash, take a Addy, finna crash
Yeah, you know what the f*ck goin' on (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Ayy, pop a Addy, finna crash out
Got a quarter million dollars in the trap house
Took a bad body b*tch and put an ass on her
f*ckin' on his main ho, so he mad now
I was getting money before a n*gga left out
I was getting money before I had clout
Turn my grandmama crib to a trap house
Pull up to the opps show then I air it out

[Verse 1: tana & Rich Amiri]
Uh, yeah, pop a molly then I brash out
Flew this b*tch out to Atlanta just to act out
She said she would never go in that truck
She got a quarter million dollars on her ass now
Nah, I don't want your head now, lil' b*tch, you can keep it
All y'all n*ggas lil', no, you ain't f*ckin' with me
If I say I'm done with her, she know that I mean it
b*tch keep callin' me Thugger, she know that I'm Steven
Uh, yeah, pop a molly then I brash out
How the f*ck I did a show out in Nebraska?
Skinny jeans with a mask, team mascot
And my brother only blast with his flag out
I keep like ten to twenty b*tches up in here with me
I could never f*ck with a b*tch unless she is a freak
I’m screaming, "Slatt," Mafiaso, I turn up the heat
And when I'm goin' to my lair, I take her with me
Baby Thugger, Liu Kang and Ryu
Achoo, b*tches sneezin' on the di*k, achoo
Momma told me I'll go up, I said, "Damn," I knew
Foreign b*tch talkin' to me, think she speaking Bantu, Patois
Boom, bah, gun shot
Walk 'round, cutter, step out, cutter
Y'all n*ggas switched on me, y'all n*ggas f*cked up
And I'm forever screamin', "GF" for my brother (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Rich Amiri]
Turn yo' baby momma to a 304
Panoramic view in the suicide doors
Pop another dub, bought a Louis fur coat…