Brad Jordan lyrics

[Produced by Danny Dee Beats]

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Yo, now it's just me, my n*gga Mikey D; gettin' throwed
We was bangin' out some Master P, on the road
I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold
They don't like it when you come direct, well f*ck, but Spottie bold
Tell them hoes they better come correct, 'cause I f*ck
My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses
I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin'
We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk
Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby
I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's
I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen
When I slide back through your hood, b*tch, just have a frozen, b*tch

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan
Feel like I'm the f*ckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pus*y ass n*ggas
Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]
Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble
Grippin', on another level, mothaf*cka
I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker
And rappers be too passive

[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci]
It's just me, my brother Spottie, b*tch, sit low
I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4
n*ggas asking me too many questions, f*ckin' throwed
Rob Da Vinci, Mike December we was losing, now we winnin'
Can I sport a couple in this? Play for bucks, that Brandon Jennings
Wear your crown and your pocket, or that sh*t'll come up missin'
You that n*gga but the misses, eat a di*k and mind ya business
This for all my Eastside n*ggas who be eating, do no sleeping
For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend
And shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin'
And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins
And shout-out to my daddy, I'ma buy your ass a Bentley

[Hook: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan
Feel like I'm the f*ckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pus*y ass n*ggas
Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]
Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble
Grippin', on another level, mothaf*cka
I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker
And rappers be too passive

[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
A bunch of bustas
I'm on everybody's asses, and this the notice
And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice?
And this the standard, uh f*ckin' bogus, uh
You f*ckin' rappers, uh, it's just me and my n*gga Mike D
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pus*y ass n*ggas
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pus*y ass n*ggas

[Skit: Isaiah Rashad & Michael Da Vinci]
I swear
Lemme get a peach Faygo
Bring the muthaf*ckin' frozen through b*tch, man I told you so
Ay yo, the peach, the peach, the peach and not in the, what they call it, the cans n*gga
Not that can sh*t, not that can sh*t
Not the cans, I want a bottle n*gga
Get the bottle from motherf*ckin' right through the Wilcox Tunnel
Bring that bottle right through there
That peach kind? That peach kind
Tell that b*tch to bring me a strawberry kiwi, bring me a mothaf*ckin' frozen
I need, I need one of those three for one bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos
I prefer if you bought the popcorn
The popcorn, the popcorn
And if you can't bring the popcorn, bring the mothaf*ckin' hot fries
And if you can't bring the hot fires, go ahead and bust that five out
And bring me some Mapco chicken b*tch
Yeah, slam dunk and some Mapco