Drakeo The Ruler - Bushido Brown
Sheesh (Thank you, Fizzle), you a storytellerMan this choppa get to screamin', it do more than yellin'
Fully automatic (Joog)
I don't even know these niggas, they'll spark in traffic
You with all the actin'
So we gon' do the Twitter beef typin' all them captions
This my life now
Two twenty-five on my wrist, it got life now
That's a nice crowd
Better tell em' to go home while the lights out
I'm just jivin'
'Bout a hundred fifty racks all in Cavalli and shit
This shit serious
Put these dots on your head nigga, period
This shit serious
Put these dots on your head, he must think he Bushido Brown or somethin', shit, nigga
So I gave him a hundred rounds or somethin', shit
Swear these lil' niggas be mouthin' off, shit
Nigga, even Bushido Brown could run, shit
He must think he Bushido Brown or somethin'
So I gave him a hundred rounds or somethin', shit
Swear these lil' niggas be mouthin' off
Nigga, even Bushido Brown could run, nigga
I'm gon' serve a nigga like
Sheesh, I feel like John Gotti
Stick dabbin' in the function, I got nine bodies
Take a walk with me
It's a rope around this table, you can't talk to me
Dude, he talked to me
The coroner said he need to borrow Rudy chalk from me
Bitch, I'm off it
I don't even know these niggas, they'll spark for me
Bring the water in
Nigga on the dance floor, I know all the jams
What you talkin' bout?
Niggas talkin' bout they want me they from Arkansas, shit
This that shit huh?
When my diamonds hit the light it's a fistfight
Nigga, it came with us
It'll be a pizza party he throw that shit up
Ayy, you know the truth
I got it on me right now, a nigga been had money
This shit regular
Yeah, all that, nigga (Thank you, Fizzle)
The year is 2020, you ain't finna do no fightin'
Yeah, eat that
Written by:
Darrell Caldwell, Josh Goldenberg, Terrence Hackett
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