WELL THANK U BRENT II Lyrics

Have I not giving niggas the blueprint

Don't entertain no sneak dissing, making no show fit

I don't be in a bitches ear Benita, no q tip

Well thank you Brent the beat is just too hip

Sho ya right, ooh shit

Too lit, this lil light of mine I been letting it shine On Thomas Edison time, I'm really what's left of my kind

Start feeling vibes when hating niggas stand adjacent to me

Stop with the 808's y'all starting to sound complacent to me

Fucc who you use to be I don't care that shits ancient to me

It isn't fly, it isn't cute, so keep

Personas on the net boy we don't take yo ass serious

Y'all either fashionistas or actin way too mysterious

Benchwarmers ,we played it smart for times nobody would cheer for us

We just Put in hella reps now all you hear is the swish from us

Now get from us, tryna play it close but the jig is up

Fucc all that gate keeping and we don't do no clicking up

Wowzers, I didn't have a dollars in my trousers

I Ain't have a pot to piss and still exuding all this power

I Just found me room to breathe didnt let them problems overcrowd her

lil nigga me? over tower ? Homie you's a coward

Dancing on these beats , Danny Zuko in grease

Gimme my chicken and my flower, I'll take it in a bouquet

This shit sound like curren$y mix with lupe

Look I am on a crusade, I'm licking my thumb And turning a new page

Hip hop hooray, I'm the face of the new age

You ain't feelin me same here bucko touché

Fuckin schmucks,

Sugar, honey, ice tea, I'm the bubble guts

Niggas think they hard then come my way and get they bubble bust

Spike strip, yeah these bitches quick to throw you under bus

Niggas turn they head, holdin they nuts when it come to us

But ok, y'all been wearing me thinner than sloppy clothes

Y'all just some lil niggas roscoe with the snotty nose

Whipping em into shape but I ain't talkin bricks

I'm taking these symphonies and get to talkin my shit

Name another femcee that be talkin like this with a posture like this, I'm upright with it

I'm so outtta sight itnit.. soakin up the sun I'm just light gettin

Look at how my light glisten, Livin out my life mission

I don't make no songs for you niggas to get yall boogie on

Fucc all that designer, just put the sweats and my hoodie on

A ticket for the dialect

Fresh up out the city of the sirens and the tire scratch

It's Ad the great, sho ya right I inspire cats

Don't ask for respect I require that

Ima eat for ever off these kinda raps

yeen gotta like it but just keep it cute

Na fuck that if you don't like it nigga keep it mute

You can just gimme the loot, don't need notoriety

I'm done showing love and tryna build up ya comradery

They tell me play the game but I'm like na that don't apply me

Yeah , How bout a fist pump for the newest commodity