Brains Blew (JFK)
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I got business to attend to Headed to another meeting
Drop top in a spaceship Me and my nina
Slop top from a fake bitch Got her off the gram
How these niggas tricking on these bitches I can't understand
Why the fuck she playing with the kid She knowin' I'm the man
I can up a 10-strip Now and go and hit your friend
Know she wanna know what's going on behind these Louis Lens
Knowin' I'm a knock Just gotta see when I can fit her in
Put it on the road If it ain't big I'll ship the shit
I ain't playing games about them prices I'll jump the ship
I'm a roadrunner Real nigga known to traffic shit
I got real niggas out in Texas calling for trapper kits
I can get ya ass a pint shipped And I ain't sippin' hit
Shittin' on the opps in a Bentley I get they ass bent
Niggas used to have all the motion That shit there pastense
I run through a 10-strip And I ain't even clocking a shift
I got business to attend to Ridin' in a spaceship
Drop top windows tinted out so you can't see through
No JFK but I really got the brains blew
Fuckin' with them lame niggas hoe then you a lame too
Up 20k in the parking lot and the party stopped
Dump 20 shots out the glizzy and make his body rock
I stay with that pocket rocket and I keep some money on me
Hunneds on me, money in my pocket like I play Baccarat
I got business to attend to Bitch I'm not the nigga that you vent to
Venting ain't gon' help me win the rent due
I can't give a fuck bout how you feel and can't pretend to
I ain't never been content and bitch, I don't intend to
Up 20 floors penthouse, got a great view
Niggas wanna hate on me, if I was you, I'd hate me too
This shit ain't no debut, I've been getting it for a minute
Out in Texas with my rich bitch and her crib, it got a lake view
I'm the type to break through, you the type to make do
Baby girl, you pretty in the face, but I can't date you
Riding with a slight dub on me, that's a lil Ginobili
I can't give a fuck what you thought, I'm not your homie
Playing with a P, she got deleted, now the bitch lonely
Said it once, I won't say it again, you must not know me
I got business to attend to Ridin' in a spaceship
Drop top, windows tinted out, so you can't see through
No JFK, but I really got the brains blew
Fuckin' with them lame niggas hoe then you a lame too
Now she switching sides on a nigga, I can't blame you
I'ma put the bag over the bitch just like the bank do
I'ma put the dope up on the scale, I just broke two
Both blew, I can't give a fuck, I'm in that mode fool
Road running, I can't smoke cause I got that load on me
Can't fuck with you pussy niggas, y'all gon' roll on me
Ha ha, yeah, they gon' tell on me
Can't fuck with you pussy niggas, y'all gon' roll on me
Ha, yeah, What you told them niggas
I'ma put the bag over the bitch just like the bank do