
Brady Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I'm at the concert and I turned it consequential
Mess around with us and then we turn you to a vegetable
I'm always smoking good gas, only medical
All these bitches asking questions, hypothetical
What you doin now lil brudda
I told 'em mind your business
If you ain't be trappin with me, you will never witness
Everything I said I'll do, I've fuckin done it brother
Go back home to daddy's crib so all y'all guys fuck each other
I pack a lethal weapon in my pants that rhyme with Glock
I be in my own new lane, this shit'll never stop
I just made 100k, I put that shit in stocks
All my money constipated, so it'll never drop
Greg James, how'd you get your G pass
Your baby mama gave me neck just like a giraffe
They been sayin that I'm underrated and I'm over that
You don't really care that much, you're just like Doja cat
Bitches they be barkin huh? I think it's comical
I'm really on my villain arc, I'm feelin diabolical
Yeah I needa take a trip, somewhere tropical
Maybe I could go to Mars, astronomical
Producing all these songs like I'm a factory
But if you really knew me it would actually blow your mind
So let's get back to class lil brother, no need to waste the time
UNH Hop and Grind, yeah I skip the line
Yeah I'm the Nissan, I'm feeling ultimate
How it really be son? I seen you sulking bitch
You crying with the Louis on? I think you're fuckin cursed
Fuck all of that bullshit brother, and just get back to work
I be in the gym like everyday and I be meditating
Seen it in these pussy's eyes, they really fuckin waiting
Wanting me to slip up, but I got skates on
Look me in my eyes lil brudda, go on and say somethin
It sound like you can barely breathe, you need a respirator
Voice be sounding really wack, just like you're Darth Vader
All that dick sucking that you doin, do you need a lozenge
Sorry I won't give it to you, I'm too busy bossin
I'm with the mob layin low, stayin alias
English is my second language only speak to aliens
Keep it quiet on the diet, yeah it's inconspicuous
Everybody sayin shit but nobody be doin it
Undercover cop, yeah I know about your tendencies
I don't want to talk, fuck you, you're my enemy
Why you actin like a Scrooge, I'll call you Ebeneezer
Balding and you're 23, lookin like a fuckin geezer
All my money body builders cause my pockets overweight
I sip the wok and talk the talk, so bitch get out my fuckin face
Yeah I got some new shoes, but they ain't Ja Morant's
Took them off the Nike store for real I just don't understand
Man didn't break a law, and bitches still tweaking
Karen's over sharing information, nerding straight to geeking
This song right here for my brother Brady
Yeah I love and miss you dog, I hope you're up there safely
Yeah, I know that you be up there and you bumping to it
Yeah, you know how we be moving, there ain't nothin to it