8pm in Brockton Lyrics

It's 8PM in Brockton, man

I'm in the basement right now, man

Watch me work

Huh

Huh

Yeah

Huh, yeah

Brodie got heavy artillery he don't know if he should take the Dracco or chop with em

Fuck it, we takin' them both

I'm ridin' fasho, we got Drake and Josh with us

Bro got a drum on the Drake

This shit got a sling, I'm rockin' guitars nigga

He gon bounce out with a chop

Just making shit drop, the side got a hot catcher

Put on the dot, and aim that shit right at his top

Ain't playin' no laser tag

I know niggas that literally turn you to packs

They'll roll up and face your ass

Stay catchin' rec

Stay seeing red

He stand over you with a Jason mask

Glock filled with lead he in his head

Just say the word, I don't gotta ask

He ready for any task

I just gotta drop the low that boy on go, poof that's yo ass

We got extensions this ain't fashion use designer bags

We need that extra ammunition clear the tension fast

These niggas claim they smokin' gas but they packs all on E

I feel like Tupac in the past they got all eyes on me

I know she took her ass to EnV if both eyes on fleek

I never knew why they would envy now I'm up I see

This bitch gon' suck me like a juice box I must be Hi-C

Stay with Gutta in my blunt today gon' smoke Hi-Z

Huh, yea

And I got brothers in the cut that stay protectin' me

Cause I'm the ticket out this shit there ain't no stretchin' me

Gotta get to them before you get to me

And I'ma bust my shit too

Run out of the glitch bro in the cut with seven-six-two

I love them 223's and 556's baby missiles

How the fuck you fit an AR bullet in a pistol