Rec Room All Stars - Bobby Brown (feat. Big Shott Manceeni, Khizman & Leck)

The streets tore many families
Meniscus
Niggas think they gangsta gangsta till them henchmen
Run up in your back door residence what entrance
Life of a hustler
No pension
Handheld technology catch a modern day lynching
Youngin's is high off what bodies is itching
For that slang that is pure cocaine take a listen
I know Gs from the V buy the D
That keep the pistons
Fiends can't wait to get served right in the kitchen
BOBBY BROWN
New edition
I got visions
I got visions
Serving Bobby Brown in the kitchen
Listen
Now that Bill back where the pills at
Got the mic jumpin like I'm PHIL JACK
Yeah back on that BULL shit
A train robber hop on the tracks empty a full clip
And now they say he off-a-his rails
Smellin all loud like samuel L
I'm so dope that I could stand on a digital scale
This beat rock
I should hand to hand some physical sales
I'm the truth wanna hang bring a noose
And if it's drinks on the house? Find me on the roof
We chase chicken in coops
Blowin purple running circles on loops
Bad news it's good riddens for you
Sayonara
Now I been plucking all day soon as the phone click
It's paper waiting on me that imma go get
Gimme the whole thang fuck that hoe shit
I'm Stacking up trying to get all of my bros rich
448 grams tucked inside a smell proof
Revolver style
I bust but never fall like the shells do
Whip till that thing go hard
Fiends started popping out like ping pong balls at the bingo hall
BINGO!
Fresh off an Aaron Rodgers
Niggas thought I was flossin
It's hard... to fit 6 stacks in a jogger pocket
As soon as it hit the ends zone the crowd a scream
Cause that pack from the bay get me green and cheese
Nigga

Written by:
Jason Whitaker, Maliek Washington, Vernon Ricks

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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