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Brickmile To Montana Ft. Benny The Butcher
Boldy James
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Let's go (Ain't no fuckin' around)
Benny, Uncle Al, and Boldy (You already know what it is)
BSF, nigga
Yo, uh
Somebody next, who it's gon' be? Can't make no promises
Slide in the whip with the sunroof
So my dawg can hang out the top of it
(Brrt)
Hop out in designer shit, yeah, wintertime, Burberry goggle shit
She barely cook for you
Soon as she pull up on me, she beggin' to swallow it
Still gettin' better
Made so much cheddar forgot what regular problems is (Damn)
Go back to the ghetto, my scars like a medal
The shots they sendin' anonymous
Glock will knock down a big hippopotamus
Quarterback, givin' 'em audibles (Uh-huh)
"This how you should do it, this how you oughta flow"
Negative, your shit sound horrible
Yeah, whole lotta carats, I can't see how your ho not embarrassed
And I put a bitch in a white house way before Kamala Harris (Hahahaha)
Land in Detroit, I hit up Boldy,
I need some work, he got somethin' to show me
Never go broke, y'all niggas know me,
I give back the whips and I give back the Rollie, ah
Thirty-six of that OD, get back gang, hundred clip in the Rovie
Slid in that oldie, niggas is O-V,
Big-ass stick, we'll hit it to goalie (Bah)
Still sendin' them OT (Ayy), paid twenty, but spin 'em for four-three
Me and Em in a low-key, big Glock .20
It hit like Manu Ginรณbili (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
We really them ones, touch it and buff it up, Benny and Gunn
Put a one on a one and we divvy the funds
Poppin' all that killin' shit, gon' have to show me, aye
Nigga rob me for my kit, gon' have to blow me
Rope and the Turkish, hope it was worth it
Now can't nobody be comfy or cozy (At all)
Your mommy can't go to no churches (Nope)
Ain't no ring around the rosie
Kirkland leanin' off the stolie (Brr), fuck with me it's adioski
Game time, arrivederci (Yeah), keep a pocket full of posies
Neighbors next door kinda cool, ones up the street kinda nosy
Catch you lackin' in the drug zone,
My bullies revokin' your G pass (Pass)
Niggas had them skullies rolled up for too long,
They must've forgot they was ski masks
Get him touched like a keypad, send a hundred through his G-Wagon
Slide through the kickback,
Spin niggas' blocks, come back, and shoot up the repass
What else?
MI to NY, we unloadin' them semis (Try us)
Niggas been tied in, got a plug on them Blue Jays (Them chirps)
In the last few days, served fifty-two Js (Catchin' pies)
Ran over three hundred plays, missed out on two rays (We hit the spot)
Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (At all)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (We the mafia)
Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (What else?)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (227)
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