BroGod Steph and SeanG - Lyrical Abilities

(Woo! Yeah)
(Shit!)
(Ahem... Yeah)
(Yeah yeah you know the fucking vibes, man)
(You know what the fuck is 'bout to happen, lyrical abilities, you know the fucking vibes)
(March 20th, it's Saturday you know the vibes man, I don't know what the f...)
These niggas doubting me
And now they trying to clown on me (Damn, uh-huh)
Until we catch 'em lacking then we put 'em in a pedigree
Niggas dirty pussies
Walking, talking, giving out disease (Huh?)
Call me Tempur-Pedic, snuff a nigga, now he catching Z's (Yeah, yeah)
Drop top got the thots hot like tatertots (What?)
Niggas really mad 'cuz they bitch'll make it to the top (Yeah)
Just by giving top
Meanwhile the niggas flop
In other words
Your bitch sucking dick while you clean it up
Ah (Woo)
Damn I swear it's fucked up (Yeah)
You on ya grind like you Tony
Trying to get ya bucks up (Yeah)
New people up in your life saying shit like "you can trust us" (Yeah)
Only thing I really trust is love and giving back love (Yeah)
Uh yeah, hol' up, hol' up
Is it one block or two blocks? (Yeah)
Nigga we gon' bend that (Woo)
Shorty swallow me, bendy straws
Where are her drinks at?
Said that she got company
Where're her female friends at? (Where they at?)
You ain't finna line me up
Barbershop had to cut fast (Vroom)
Talking 'bout these whips you don't got
You got a bus pass (Uh-huh)
Shorty slurp me up in a jiffy
I'm finna bust fast (Yeah)
Thinking that I'm dumb cause I sit in the back of the class (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Life be testing niggas and 60% don't pass
Graduate on time, they held back and won't pass (Yeah, yeah)
Moving on in life never stuck thinking about the past (Yeah)
Pussy overrated but niggas'll hype it out the ass (Ooh)
And still fail that class, the bitch they wanted passing out the ass
All my niggas dribbling, balling waiting out for the pass (Shoot)
If you can't shoot then just lay up or pass it back then (Yeah, nigga)
Memories I wish that I didn't have from back then (Nigga)
Thot bitches all "clicked" up like a cup full of pens
Piggy ass bitches they fried and really baking
Had to get the BroGod to finish this conversation...
(Yo bro pull up on this shit)
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, pull up, pull up, pull up)
(Tell them how you really feel)

(Say less)
Real shit, I ain't debating but you bitches will not Trump me (Fuck Trump)
These niggas be hating but all their bitches love me (Uh-huh)
These hoes aggravating and they can't get nothing from me (Uh-uh)
Leave you with a dirt vacation if you start to moving funny (Hmmm)
Smoking gas, this shit stink when I smoke I say excuse me (Excuse me)
Niggas litt up off the UE talking shit we bussin' UEs
Dudes swear they smoove but you niggas really coochie
In your feelings?
We got drakes, okay, we sliding like it's toosie
When we turn up to the Max we leave you redder than a ruby
Life could be a bitch you gotta grab up on the boobies
All my niggas dogs, getting to it like we scooby (Roof, roof! Raggy?)
But you niggas scared of money and my niggas scared of losing (No L's)
What the fuck you doing? Where is all your bread at?
I just seen you flexing, posting shit up on your snap (God damn!)
I just been investing, fuck up out my face with that
But imma mind my business
I got too much bread to make for that (Facts)
Shoutout to the wife because she keep me out the mix (Shout out)
And shoutout to the gang my nigga one day we'll be rich (Gllt pow)
And shoutout to the ones who said I wasn't gon be shit
Because I'm on to the next and you still on my dick (You on my dick)
Yeah you still I'm my dick, yeah I'm still stacking chips
Yeah I know that we in quarantine, we still taking trips (Vroom)
And we still getting lit
Putting grabs in the spliff
If a nigga want a problem we do math in that bitch
Starting subtracting and shit
Uh, a couple mother bodies that we add to the list
Can't fuck with a nigga if his racks don't exist
If I was single, I got cheese and I could mac on your bitch
Oh you mad? Make a fist, nigga!

(You know the fucking vibes nigga! You know it's that Sean G and that BroGod! Niggas Ain't fucking with us!)
(Fuck is you talking bout, you know the fucking vibes!)
(Niggas been doing this for how long now? You shittin' me? You shittin' me?)
(Man, wait a minute)

Written by:
Sean Bailey, Stephon Greaux

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