GO BRAZY lyrics

[Intro: Mustard & YG]
Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire, f*ck peace
n*gga, we just re'd up
Three
4Hunnid
b*tch
Y'all already know how who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Here we go, let's go, oh

[Chorus: Baby Stone Gorillas & Mustard]
Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherf*ckin' foreign (Damn)
Skate the b*tch, looked at other b*tches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty b*tches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your n*gga or that simp that you used to (Right)
My n*gga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

[Verse 1: Baby Stone Gorillas]
That n*gga start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark
I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark
Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards
A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies
My skin f*cked up and broke out from the lead probably
I hit your b*tch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly
I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi?
My n*gga saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it
Jay's, Jay's, go brazy
She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy
Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil' baby
Said she really 'bout it, 'bout it, told her let me see her bodies
b*tches only hit me up because they see a n*gga poppin'
In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets
Like, damn, I never think I'd be who I am
f*ck, but I can't be your n*gga, I'm just sayin'
[Chorus: Baby Stone Gorillas]
Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherf*ckin' foreign
Skate the b*tch, looked at other b*tches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty b*tches that be horny
Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your n*gga or that simp that you used to
My n*gga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

[Verse 2: YG]
Headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (Headshot)
Enemy gon' bash and that's a whole lot of dead opps
All that talkin' brazy got your man got
The opps lil' boys, put 'em in a sandbox
FN c*cked, I be totin' big sh*t (Fire, fire)
Yeah, you got gloves, but you ain't never did sh*t (Nah)
We don't take Ls lightly, that's b*tch sh*t
So, yeah, we gon' double back for that slim sh*t (Skrrt)
Hit your block, hop out, walked in, do it up
Ain't nobody hangin' out, f*ck it, still shoot it up
Rude as f*ck, you ain't do enough, don't talk to me (Don't talk)
Braindead, bled out, shot up in his artery (His artery)
Really from the gang, this sh*t a part of me
I ain't never need a pass, n*ggas never pardoned me
Tree Top gang on the toilet, T-Piru, Dimu'
Blood n*gga from all the three
[Chorus: Baby Stone Gorillas, Baby Stone Gorillas & YG]
Ayy, now go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherf*ckin' foreign
Skate the b*tch, looked at other b*tches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty b*tches that be horny
Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin'
I ain't your n*gga or that simp that you used to
My n*gga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

[Outro]
Just Re'd Up 3, b*tch