Brighton Lyrics

You ever been to Brighton?

ten bands sitting in the pot

Hit it with the right hand

Spread that white man like the gospel

Red beam, at his forehead, I made em' docile

Just put my food in the bag bitch

Ion remember high school

Spank the dog on its ass, I'm right behind you

Ion Rock no flag, but I get behind blue

Pay for them beats, quit ripping of the YouTube

You and yo momma can get it lil boy

And you too

And that chop get hot the back of my hand

To check the flu

What pakman said? It's (FAH) (FAH)

Then back in the coupe

I been ten toes down, on my Ps and my Qs

This chop bend like bamboo

Oh you gambling man? Then take the gamble

White boy walked his ass down

In some open toe sandles

Man it's bands sitting in my fucking hand

A lot to handle

Man I push many different kinda weights

I'm a gym bro, it took a lot of Ls to get what I get

And I ain't fold

I been spice talking in H town I'm fash…man

I been spice talking in H town I'm fasho throwed

I was rookie in the field, now on my back

It say GOAT, put my dog in the Pen State

And he still told, man my cuz lost his life in the Pen

State, but I ain't really know em'

It's a big bowl sitting in the back, the leather

It ain't Faux bitch

Broken hearted thug boy, it don't show bitch

I get off a whole lotta drugs but it don't…man…

I get off a whole lotta drugs

But it don't show bitch

I can switch my flow like that, lemme show the

Bitch, that's some heat in that IG pic

I got a colder stick, man I was too high I just

Noticed that, get the bowls out, then cop bowls

You blow the bag, you ain't got no ops

You plugged with the feds…

It's a lesson you learn, or a lesson you give

That's the risk you took, when you bought in

Knew I had the heat on me, when I walked in

The baby drac the Yang to my Yin

You ever been to Brighton?

Ten bands sitting in the pot

Hit it with the right hand

Spread that white man like the gospel

Red beam, at his forehead, I made em' docile…