Bandz Da Breash - Arthur Mogan

Niggas wan smoke, pop em
Put one to his head, drop him
I’m rapping this shit cause I'm Brooklyn
Stand up on two and lay down with too many
I’m trapping lil bitch ima gllt I be juxin’
Blam-ing my tool but I still be too friendly
What happened switched to a win now I’m cooking
See me it’s cool til niggas try and end me
I’m ready I’m chopped like a steak on the board, don’t mistake it I’m blowing
Won’t make it to the door
Ima empty it 12 in the clip ima pour
He’s in detriment meaning it’s clipped for the boy
Ima hunt him down, Arthur Morgan with the 40 Taurus
Like the shit my redemption, my weapon tucked gun him down
All the noise’ll prolly call the boys, I double tap and I’m flexing
I’m really gon’ get it, why doubt
I wonder what’s her digits, I find out
Get it started like engines, I drive out
Flip her that’s rear end collision, blow her mind out
It’s more to see then what you looking at
I said I’m getting da breesh I ain’t looking back
I be eating all the bread like I’m cooking crack
Know if the boys running down I am booking, facts
I mean a billion cash when I’m talking racks
I love all this attention I’m feeling swavy
They don’t move and maneuver they walking backs
I learned a bigger bag now will prolly save me
I learned to figure bins out running on the pavement
I burned my fingerprints down to a better payment
I’m tryna dick a bitch down, nobody basic
I’m tryna bring a bitch out for my vindication
She tryna lemme slap now I see the indication
But I’ma hit a badder hoe because I’m impatient
She wanna get an attitude but she ain’t really say shit
Stupid bitch got me dead, GTA wasted
I get the breeshy, she wanna get on her knees when see’s me
I get it easy, she will do anything just to appease me
Damn, I’m getting greasy but I see all these women beat me
But I’m right on the target no TG, swiping these pieces seeing where it leads me
Got the gift of gab I talk reason, I’m teasing her now she really wanna meet me
Is that really how it’s gonna be today
Her puss’ dead on arrival that’s DOA
Said she want smoke then pop it
Put it all in her back she dropped it
I’m rapping this shit cause I'm Brooklyn
I stand up on two and lay down with too many
I’m trapping lil bitch ima gllt I be juxin’
Blam-ing my tool but I still be too friendly
What happened switched to a win now I’m cooking
See me it’s cool til niggas try and end me
I’m ready I’m chopped like a steak on the board, don’t mistake it I’m blowing
Won’t make it to the door
Ima empty it 12 in the clip ima pour
He’s in detriment meaning it’s clipped for the boy
Ima hunt him down, Arthur Morgan with the 40 Taurus
Like the shit my redemption, my weapon tucked gun him down
All the noise’ll prolly call the boys, I double tap and I’m flexing
I’m really gon’ get it, why doubt

Written by:
Damann Bogle

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