1.5 lyrics

by

Blade Brown


Stepped in, balling
n*ggas wish that they could
Uh, still here screaming out
"Don't step on my Bougs"
I'll bring the 'matic, go shoob
Bruck out in this dance
Take a brudda for good
Night night, we still roll around
Ask them n*ggas "what's good?"
(What's good, blud?
We're just grieving
Do you mind?)
Doing man good
Wish a man would
OTB like Death Row
And Big [?] is like Suge
Skizzy like Snoop
All you b*tch n*ggas shook
But man is like Pac
Right now, they loving my raps
Thug life, check out the tats
And you know I don't f*ck with no rats
Snitch boys
All you little pus*yholes deserve to get blam
Anyway, f*ck that
Real n*gga's back, now this sh*t is a wrap
Tell the plug that I need more bricks
He the one that sponsor my vids
And that new whip
Soon cop me a new wrist
Big money, Switzerland sh*t
I've got this n*gga's b*tch on me
Come here, come sit on this di*k
Ayy, I'm insane in the brain
I make the 'matic go flame
b*tch n*gga, stay in your lane
Young, but I act like my age
What the f*ck is man saying?
I said you a n*gga like I'm a n*gga
But we ain't the same
Ayy, you ain't moved no class A
You pussies probably still shot grade
f*cker, get the f*ck out my face
What I'm on, you can't even partake
Peasant, you can't even parlay
Oh, [?] so immaculate
Look at her style, look at her smile
And she got a back with it
Everybody want her
I gotta roll with my strap and sh*t
Try it
Man'll blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap
(Don't try and move to my ting)
Voice so sweet
Come like she speaking the melody
I can't lie
I love it when she holla me
All the way up in the States
And she don't even bother me
I told her when I touch back
I'm gonna take her on a shopping spree
Oh, baby went and copped some bags
Daddy went and copped some swag
Oops, I mean a brand new Jag
Brand new wrist, n*gga, check the tag
Got her ex-man p*ssed
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little n*ggas ain't sh*t
(Say it with your chest, n*gga)
Introduced her to the life
Now she realised them other little n*ggas just pricks
(Now and she thought they was bad, huh?)
Took these n*ggas' money, they ain't holding no chips (nope)
These n*ggas make me sick
f*ck it, let me roll up my spliff
Just got a shot for some whiff
Now my brain's on some whole next sh*t
About time I done copped me a crib
Thinking 'bout my son like
When he gets older, I'ma buy him sh*t
Better yet
I've gotta [?]
Look at this life I'm living
All my diamonds glistening
Looking like a man on a mission, hands on the mitten
Mittens on Smith &
Both hands on the shh
Come get yourself written (off)
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him
(Wet him up
I warned you
Happy Halloween, you suckers)

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