MB3 Brown - Brinks Truck
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Woo)
(Okay)
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much (Woo)
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
I could be a shooter
When I get provoked
Poking the bear
Now you bound to get choked
Choke artist
When you rocking your flows
Floating water
When I hop on the boat
Bo Jackson when I hop on the field
Y’all should just really leave it to pros
Pros and cons when I snap on these albums
Best believe I got a whole lot of pros
I’m goat status
I said I’m the best
I’m gon’ prove it
I be making the hits
Be rocking the fits
He probably directing a movie
And you call me old fashioned
Cuz I keep it retro
But ahead of time
And I murder beats
And I murder lines
And I press the button
Seeking your demise
(Okay)
Rap game MJ back
Back for the 3 peat
Don’t sneak me
Get put under six feet
It’s so deep
OG’s watching from the nosebleeds
Ginnobli when I hit my eurostep
I write like Mos Def
A poet at best
Come correct when you call techs
I’m stomping on they necks
Letting you know that I’m not impressed
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
Big dog known as the commando
Go a lot of places that you can’t go
32 deep, no squad, just me
And I’m still bussing at y’all like Rambo
I been really too much to handle
Call me A.I. with the handles
Don’t diss me or you get weak
Forget the whole 16 like the candles
Get it?
Now you don’t
Said I was gon chill out
But I do the most
Man I really been winning
I need a toast
Ima did top 5
Put that in quotes
If they want the flame
I’ll provide the smoke
I’m a diplomat
So I can play by votes
Hold up, hold up bro
Cuz Ian even tryna waste my breath
And take my step
And show you why I am the best
Ima press the game rap til I blow up next
The goal is set
Ima goat
Watch yo step
Feeling like a Migo, I’m the Huncho Jack
Feeling like I’m Ceelo, green in my bag
Mean with the pen and pad
My flow is sick
I’m cold wit it
You catch my drift?
I’m like Cole on The Warm Up tape
Barbaric on the beats
So the bars is great
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
Me and my homie been hitting some licks
We 'bout to get us a Brinks truck
Rappers better keep they chain tucked
They got a squad but they ain’t us
Heard you talking through the grapevine
Y’all really saying too much
Sneaking dissing on the socials
But it’s not really adding up
Written by:
AAQUIL IBEN SHAMON BROWN, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, JUSTIN GARNER
Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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