Brute Lyrics

Is anybody boutta do some

Is anybody boutta do some

Is anybody boutta do some

Put him in the mood and the brute running

Poof to the proof plummet

Boot for the hope

That the truth not a plumber

And the loot ain't a number

This a new function

You a funion

Loop into my stomach

He soon to be loving the buckets he come into for fuck of it

Let em suck a bit

Just missed with the bullshit

He quick with the bullshit

Mix into cauldron

The life always full of it

Pick another poison now I'm

Flow equipped

Real cold with the dictate

Little bro never know how a prince patient

Day to day

Dickhead insane with the painkiller picking fate

Minced with the brain til I say bitches

Penetrate the same difference

It's like we paid different

Is anybody boutta do some

Is anybody boutta do some

Put him in the mood and the brute running

And god I'm mm mm lovin' it

St-st-stupid got me stuttering

Never fumble wraps

Cause the woods got me dumb with ticks

Couple tabs see the ego trip

But maybe he at peace wait

Free a lethal brain just to stumble at the priests gate

Geek the equal

Never in my life tho

Help a couple fiend start a spree like a typo

Bruce lee tap em in his spleen

Getting close to the cheese

Tryna see what it mean

But what do I know

Yea they ain't really know shit

Yea they ain't really know shit

Is anybody boutta do some

Put him in the mood and the brute running