4 Brazy Lyrics

I ain't playing no games I couldn't be broke

I got in my bag and run up them digits

Bro got a new glock he quick to crash told him

Put it down help me run ups them millions

Bet I'm a demon she riding me pussy bald call it krillin

I'm off the act they telling shit but I don't got feelings

I might shoot up they spot for no reason

Feeling like MJ I ball every season

They say the love me I don't know the reason wonder

If they mean killing season and I meant it

Half a ounce and we split speaking cash

Or I don't want dealings 5 numbers what the bill is real shit got to feel it

.233's had to fill em

No back and forth we had to slit em

I'm 4 Brazy you know how I'm coming I hop in the action

I ain't never been running

I fucked his bitch he mad or sum gave out the blueprint

This shit won't nothing

Opps on shit and shit get to bussing

Niggas talk slick we ain't doing fussing

Stick up that bitch when we slide to your function

Shhh

Closed discussion dat bitch a bop and the pussy disgusting

Big bro in the field he known for rushing

Put money in the circle like a nigga was brushing

Don't got it on him why dat nigga was clutching

Slow it down I'm to real for the bitch

Try to back door I might kill da bitch

Young as hell clutching still and shit

Homie died y'all don't feel this shit

We was lurking Taliban turbines with a glock 17 tryna kill da bitch

And was running tryna save himself

But we mad as hell tryna drill and shii

I ain't playing no games I couldn't be broke

I got in my bag and run up them digits

Bro got a new glock he quick to crash told him

Put it down help me run ups them millions

Bet I'm a demon she riding me pussy bald call it krillin

I'm off the act they telling shit but I don't got feelings

I might shoot up they spot for no reason

Feeling like MJ I ball every season

They say the love me I don't know the reason wonder

If they mean killing season and I meant it

Half a ounce and we split speaking cash

Or I don't want dealings 5 numbers what the bill is real shit got to feel it

.233's had to fill em

No back and forth we had to slit em