Bret Favre Lyrics

Pull it out

Eat that dick up like it's Warner Robins

You my son

But you ain't hotter nigga

I think that last bitch blocked me

But I ain't knocking

Shit wit all these knots sittin my jeans

I can buy a complement

Really outchea rocking in the field

Guess why he jockin me

Thought you was gone get the game for free

Nigga, my apologies

All black, wit the ski mask

Walk down yo posse

In the wrong place, issa koldkhase

No need for bodies

I

Buss on her face

Facetime

No apple products

Call it face shots

Nigga sumn like tre scott

Way I been ballin

No ben baller

Iced my bitch in pateks

Just cause I wanted

Hit these banks such consistency

Couldn't wait, no need for sorry

Lil wayne

Sorry for the wait bar

Shoutout the carter

Pause the pussy, chase some money

Because it follows

Ya digg

Every dog a finds his way

But I don't need a collar

Just watch ya ho

Cause if we conversate

Then it's more arch than a Mcdonald's

Ain't no wholesale

I rock that white collar for my department

Ain't no new niggas

Cause new niggas fool

And we take precautions

Finger itchin once the play get in motion

Like I ain't washed em

Shruggin like I'm smokey

Off of this shit I got from my partna

Zo can't help but bring his stick in the club

He made for drama

And ain't no ordinary clip in that bitch

It's shape like a comma

Fight or flight

It's whatever you like

That's just ya options

Did da dash

But 160 the max

We was in a Honda

Brought the fire and flame

Nigga dip in double entendres

Never target

Been bomb since they killed that nigga Osama

Ms mary had a lamb

Mr macho slid wit the llama

And way you fumbling that bag

I just know the paper ain't constant

Ima monster

I go deep and dig in her tonsils

4 pockets full off some green in the bay

I'm just Bret Favre-ing shit

8k was locked up dead on the card

We had to call it in

Green lit security

No need for us to call again

Ya dig