Braveheart Lyrics

I been steppin' whole heart in this shit

She don't know that I'm part of this shit

It's a glock with a switch and a gar in this bitch

I might pop me a bar in this bitch

And she lookin' at me like a star on this bitch

If she think it's my world, I'm a star in this bitch

I be shinin' so bright, don't need diamonds for likes

Ain't no drink in my cup, but I'm grindin' the ice

Ain't no drink in my cup, but I'm drownin' in life

They say everything come with a price

If I hit the connect, then he gon' get me right

They know I'm steady downin' the price

I like cheese with my broccoli when I'm eatin' rice

I like steak with the lobster, my shrimp with the spice

I been poppin' so hard, they like I need a mic

She be comin' right over, I'm dickin' her right

Got a bitch to the left, got a bitch to the right

Got a glick on my left, got a glick on my right

It's a switch on that bitch, you ain't hittin' it right

You was shootin' it once, you ain't hittin' it right

I could drip on a bitch, got my fit lookin' right

I might hit on a bitch if her fit lookin' right

Gotta use me and condom' that bitch lookin' right

But that bitch get a burning like fire and ice

Ten hut, we firing ice

Nah, bro not firing and ice

Get the hollow tip clappin', he fire the mice

We ain't havin' no mouse in the circle

He just smokin' the weed, cause the pack lookin' purple

He just chasin' the high, that shit got him a circles

Nigga i got the Za, why the fuck is you hurtful

I been movin' in silent, can't fuck with the circle

Hold up, man

Turn me up, turn me up

Uh

Ayy, ayy

They was wonderin' why I'm just ridin' the beat

It's a gen 4 glick , don't ride with the heat

Y'all niggas be clutchin', don't have no beef

Don't move like a dummy and die in the street

My name Hold weight, I'm firin' heat

My old bitch would tell you the fuck I was doin

I ain't chasin' a nigga, its the bag I'm pursing

Just cause he gotta check don't mean he got influence

I be speakin' in Spanish, I'm speakin' in fluents

This glock not a standard, it came from the foreigns

I'ma take me a trip, I'ma take it to Florence

Got a bad lil' bitch and she lovin' the floorings

I'ma cop me a whip and you know it ain't boring

That bitch always lit every time that I'm in it

I be tellin' the truth, I ain't lie in a minute

I be out in the field, I ain't lyin' im in it

You ain't made for the field, you be lyin' up in it

I be stackin' my money and that's why I'm dependent

He gon' get em a check and then buy him a pendant

I'ma get me a check and then buy an attendant

I was floodin' the school, she know why I'm suspended

She know Slimmchapo got that

I got too many hoes, I just needed some racks

Call the plug for the load and he send in some packs

Call the plug for the load and I got me some racks

I could fuck up the mall, I could fuck up the saks

Man that knife hit different when the shit in your back

I would call him a bro, I ain't know he a rat

If I move with the pole, then I'm totin' the strap

If I give him a bowl, then he gon' get the bat

If the stick in his hand, then he bustin' a cap

Put a stick in his hand, then he bust at your cap