Thom Browne lyrics

[Intro]
(PradaDidIt)
Grrah
Eli, Weldon, Neaky
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

[Verse]
I was posted on block tryna walk with my Glock
I was looking for sh*t tryna hop out and flock
I was walking with guns tryna roll past the cops
Bro got the boom and it was two o'clock
Think we be on they side n*gga, more than the opps
I can see aimin' bro, don't need a dot
Bro don't need a beam when he start throwing shots
Wanna learn how to shoot, gotta come spend the day with me
He was flicking on bro, when that sh*t not okay with me
Oh you think I'm a joke, 'cause I be acting playful
G2 get to barkin', like no, you can't play with me
I started flaring, had nothing to say to me
All black on the flat, I was dressin' [?]
I don't spin with no deuce, 'cause I know it might bail on me
Glock 17 with a beam, gotta stay with me
.223, that's my b*tch, and I'm loving it faithfully
Bro in the back, tryna jump over gates with me
Finger f*ck nina, the gun started hating me
Start f*ckin' my trigger, I told brodie, wait for me
I'm on bath salts, sh*t could get spooky, 'cause I done got tired of waiting so patiently
n*ggas get shot, n*ggas start dropping, I really don't know why the police, they blaming me
Ain't no time for traffic, I only see clouds
DG when I'm flocking, he jacking the pound
And bro say he shot him for jacking he Hound
Missed that, brodie start flocking him down
Spin with my broom, they was never around
And he be a fool tryna think I'm a clown
Shots get to barking and might wake up the town
Slime get to sparking and soaking the [?]
Please don't lack when I'm spinning your strip, NY judge tryna post that we shot twenty rounds
Fly 'ooter, I'm spinning in drip, like I do a hit while I'm wearing Thom Browne
OPP thot tryna jump on this di*k, [?], on bro you gon' drown
My shirt tryna run and got turned into spliff, he shoulda slid, still wearing cap and gowns
Bend blocks when we just tryna flock sh*t
[?], on bro, I'm tryna pop sh*t
Shooting him down, he say he jacked the opp sh*t
Dropped out of school and loved it how I dropped sh*t
I start leaning, I'm off that Wock' sh*t
n*ggas still lying, he say that I copped it
Dissin' on brodie when they never shot sh*t
Bro came from his country with multiple chopsticks
Notti Boppin', start poking my hips
[?] start tapping my neck
Blunt, blunt, blunt in the air
This how you do it when you smoking wreck
We're yelling out [?], now that n*gga fled
Stupid, go and get back for your deads
Dre tried to shh, caught a shot through his leg
f*cked an opp n*gga's sister, then left her on read
Yeah, we the Sweepers, but we left a mess
When I threw me a shot, every time took a step
And she said she tryna tat' 5ive on her chest
I'm tellin' that b*tch that she sound like the rest
That b*tch, she a cottie, move like my [?]
I done threw up this Glocky, he out of breath
They know they can't stop me, I'm a need checks
I was tryna catch a body, the gun wouldn't let
Grrah, grrah