Brown Boy Records - cappin' (feat. sloan & milo)
Got a turbo in the Z, she was on her kneesDouble cup I'm on the beat, Yeah I'm only 16
Me and the bros in the vibe, Like 10s, not no 5s
Cheated on my girl with a hoe, Now I guess she know
Bitches blowing up my phone, Fake friends shadow clone
Spitting bars, making bands, vibing with the bros
Talk got your neck leave yo brain full of lead
Whoopin' in the Z and she giving me head
Said she loved me and I knew she was geeking
Calling my phone told her that she was tweaking
Numb to the pain I'm just counting my bands
She was getting real mad told her I'll call her back
Few diamonds on the wrist and I run the beam
Opposition on my head told them to wear it in their dreams
Brown Boy in the studio and we cookin' some heat
And I glow up on these hoes cause they are just for the team
Racks in my pocket I got racks in the bank
I got enemies those bitches I don't thank
Mic in my hand and shorty down below
Homies in the studio we got that flow
We stealing your hoes like we some thieves
Bitches on my team yeah they never leave
Chains on my neck I got all the jewels
My boys in the back they strapped like a stool
Me and my bros chillin' yeah its a vibe
I'm in the sky I'm flying way to way
Dropped your ass like I'm dropping these bars
Got all the Lambos fucked your bitch in mars
The fame won't change me no I stay the same
I don't see you as a friend I see you as a lame
Breaking your ankles like I broke these charts
Shine like we fine it don't matter the costs
My boys on the quad we popping the xanies
Go down on her yeah I'm smelling her panties
The nights in the bag and the rifle in the back
Running your fade like I run round the track
Yeah we whipping in the four and she calling my name
I got blue bills in the bank told em stay in their lane
Yeah ops wanna smoke we finna run up a train
This ain't a playground we finna run up the gang
Written by:
Emilio Patino, Zach Wolfington, Zachary Wolfington
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