Brown Boy Lyrics

Brown boy back in his bag

All of my haters mad

You know that I got the juice

I pull up and hop out

In Dolce Gabbana

New drip from my head to my shoes

Really don't need a deal

I Feel like Lou Will

All of my bitches comin' in twos

No cap! (No cap)

No cap! (No cap)

Play with me boy you get clapped

Doze off take a permanent nap

Been cookin' up crack inna trap

Straight out the trenches with racks

Keep my racks in a Louis V sack

Louis V Huh? (Huh)

Can't judge me from my past cause i'm livin' too fast

I can't even help it 200 the dash

Got off my ass and I got in my bag

Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag

(Got off my ass and I got in my bag

Now I buy what I want and I don't check the tag)

Took a year and a half

Turned myself to the man

I still do what I want

But I stick to the plan

I do what I want

And you do what can

Fuckin' your hoe and I'm fuckin' her friend

Pussy pink, but u know that hoe green

Said she fell in love, what the fuck do u mean?

Hit her once, pass her onto the team

I been hustlin' like Ed Edd n Eddy

Bust at ya brain like confetti

Fuck with the clique it get wetty

Been doin' this shit, I been ready

Been workin' so hard that I feel like theres two of me

Blowin' these racks like I just won the lottery

Chasin' the bag i'm wherever the money be

Money on me keep some racks inna Louis V

Brown boy back in his bag

All of my haters mad

You know that I got the juice

I pull up and hop out

In Dolce Gabbana

New drip from my head to my shoes

Really don't need a deal

I Feel like Lou Will

All of my bitches comin' in twos

No cap! (No cap)

No cap! (No cap)

Play with me boy you get clapped

They counted me out never thought I would win

But I knew I would rise if i kept goin' in

Man with the plan

I done ran up some bands

When I was down on my dick no one gave me a hand

I work while you sleep, so I live how you dream

I feel like I'm Uzi in 2016

Run down on the ops and I'm uppin' the beam

Green dot hit his chest and he started to scream

Kicked out the crib I had nowhere to go

I packed up my shit and then I hit the road

Slid to the west and I started a grow

Came back with some dough and I'm lettin' it show

I been through some shit I might spazz out

Dropped out of school took the cash route

They was hatin' they claimin' they fans now

They was hatin they claimin' they fans Now!