Fat Bro - No Brakes

(Mmhm)
(Got my foot up on the gas now I ain't never get my brakes fixed)
(Got us ridin' in a spaceship)
(Loafin' off at your banquet)
Got my foot up on the gas now I ain't never get my brakes fixed
So proud of my brotha got us ridin' in a spaceship
Talkin' hard he get a face lift
Loafin' off at your banquet
Dead niggas gotta face it them real steppas never say shit
Beefin' wit' no bands that shit is dumb it ain't no joke
I can't be lackin' off the liq I told my bitch to "drive the boat"
I grab a zippy of that KK smoke that shit until I choke
And when I beat that pussy you gone fuck me then you love my strokes
B-S-O yea it's slide or die yea I'm swimmin' wit' em' cause I'm really wit' it
Ain't gotta fake never had to fraud you could ask my momma yea I'm really wit' it
Big Bro yea he too advanced talkin' Betty Crocker right up in the kitchen
If we in the deep I got hella sharks drop a ounce of blood then I'm gone sick em'
Yea I got that cash I'm showin' my ass on every flow
Can't wait to get rich buy momma a mansion a crib wit' 30 floors
Can't wait to do shit that I never did just drippin' in every show
Top Dawg yea he CEO, Fat Boss just unstoppable
Turn to the max gotta make it back gotta run it up
Thumbin' hella packs runnin' hella traps shoutout Run It Up
Now I'm outta woods page Fat Mar need a Dutchie stuffed
Boss hella hits system full of liq baby tryin' fuck

Written by:
Robert Montgomery

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