Stuk & Brudda ft. TaeDon Lyrics

He all in my lane, he better take a new route

I'm ripping her weave, I'm ripping her glue out

I send him to Heaven, he wanna get flew out

The choppa go blrrrd, the 40 go booka boo booyah

I pull up and show the pistol to the neighbors

They got nervous and they just move out

I pull up on em and I'm dressed like a skater, no disco ball but I groove out

Handy Manny bringing tools out

Eliantte send them jewels out

His babymomma yeah

She pulled up on me with them booty shorts and her boobs out

This the real deal no catfish

Hundreds stuffed under my mattress

Lame ass nigga im taxing

Boy I'm Bad Michael Jackson

He thinking he Speedy no Claxton

Boy he a nerd he Braxton

Boy I been getting them packs in

And on these pussy niggas yeah I'm taxing (Uhh)

On these pussy niggas yeah I'm flexing (Uhh)

Got a Houston bitch she from Texas (Uhh)

Hundred Thousand dollars for a necklace

Checking everything up off my checklist

This the real deal not wrestling

Kick a nigga ass like Tekken

Let's play a game who the freshest

I said let's play a game who the freshest

And I, pull up in a hummer they thinking I'm Stunna cause my Slimes in the back

These oppers they weak, they think that I'm sneaking but this is the final attack

He pull up and he tweak

He leave and he leaking he gonna need his whole spine reattached

Shit, his whole crew can get some it's gonna look like a zombie attack

I got this, you got that

You tell lies, I tell facts

Her big, her flat

But she still looking like a whole damn snack

And still tell her that she gotta throw that thing back

She toot that thing up and she like when I smack

She taste just like candy , she like when I snack

She feeling all on me, she like what I pack

This thing I got on me go blrdat tat tat tat

He cap and he pussy, he cat and the hat

I got C-A-M backwards, I ride with a mac

Have your block look like a nuclear attack

Keep my name out your mouth bitch it's simple as that