Brody - 4SEATER FREESTYLE

(I don't even know what the fuck They talkin' bout
Just stop all that shit, you know, You know what I mean
This is lil Brody, haha
Goin' off the top, you know what I mean?
Say what I want, say how I feel, Say what I need, bruh
Feel how the fuck I wanna feel, I Don't give a fuck, man
Shoutout to bros 'nem, shoutout DQ, got Big 7 in the studio
Feel me?)
Ay
Flying through the city
Blow it all up in the air
I approach her and of course
She wanna hop in the Carrera
I don't need no coaching, she
Know I'm doin' it well
I ain't blind, I can see it
Most of you all don't wish me well
But I don't care, I admit it
Flying in this four-seater
Got my lil señorita
Hotbox in the driveway
You can smell it, you can see it
Driving by the cops like
I don't see them
I'm a hit 110 at 7th and Collier
Took me to the side just to
Tell me that I was weird
So I told her back
"Why you think I came here?"
I came to get some money and Put yo ass on a leer
She know I don't fuck with
Most of these people
They so weird
I made a decision, I know
She been wishing
To see sum' she never seen
I'm on a mission to get
All the dividends
Money come to me
We really living and life look
A little bit different like Odyssey
I know that I'm gifted and she know I'm special
You know that shit part of me
I might come off a little bit harsh
So please pardon me
I took the top off of the car
Cause I know you going to come with me
We hitting the road all night
We ain't got time to sleep
We bouta take long, long flights
Might need a few Xannies
You took her to Olive Garden
I'm a take her to Perry's
Before you know it, ay, we on a flight to Paris
You ain't going to hear from her
For the 10 hours, don't get scary
I'm so sincere with her
I'm a put her in Hermès if she dare me
She know my mentality
She know I'm running for the money
In a hurry
She know that I got to get it
I'm always going to get it
So I'm never worried
I know that I got a few issues
I'm getting bigger and I know I'm not perfect
Look at the bigger picture and
It's lookin' pretty, all the work been worth it
Ay, crash out my old whip 'cause
I was tryna swerve it, ay
So I got another one
But I still swerve it, ay
Got a pretty bitty with me, she so flirty, ay
I got her geeking so I call her nerdy, ay
You know that lil baby perky, no 30
I just made a mess
Did I do that? Like Urkel
Za straight to the chest
I'm smoking on pink and purple
I'm so in tune that
I ain't even hearing no commercials
You ain't got nothin' but static
You don't got to get too dramatic
Know I failed all of my classes
But my performance is way above average
I got a blunt and it's full of exotic
I'm rolling another one
Cause it's a habit
I'm tryna get to the
Diamonds and money
I need the carats and cabbage
Flying through the city
Blow it all up in the air
I approach her and of course
She wanna hop in the Carrera
I don't need no coaching, she
Know I'm doin' it well, I ain't blind
I can see it, most of you all don't wish me well
But I don't care, I admit it
Flying in this four-seater
Got my lil señorita
Hotbox in the driveway
You can smell it, you can see it
Driving by the cops like I don't see them, I'm a hit 110 at 7th and Collier

Written by:
Brody Mosier

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