Bruce Leroy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) Yeah Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy Huh, yeah ShittyBoyz [Verse] Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy Win streak 50-1 with him, I could beat Floyd Fuck Saks up, Polamalu, you ain't seen Troy AR with the range, I'll slide and score a three point Headshot, shoot it in yo face like our deadeye on Air Forces, beam on the stick, turn my Jedi on Take him straight to the Arabs, I ain't selling phones Heard you got some shooters on yo team, I'ma set the zone Phil Jackson, rap star, and I'm still scamming Batman, black Scat Pack, ride with six gadgets Couldn't fit the whole case of Wock', had to six pack it Chopstick take him on a ride, we'll Six Flags him Smoking on Gеlato, either Apricot or Apple Twist his top off, wе'll pop him like a Snapple Juke 12 out, I'ma dodge 'em, tryna tackle Big-ass plate, man, this lobster has me baffled Couldn't touch the net, now I'm sitting on the basket Rap chose me, if you gifted, it'll happen Dior welcome mat, told the bitch that I'm Aladdin A hunnid on the 'Gram, bitches lined up like a pageant Bitch, I'm really up, nah, I do not borrow Big thanks to the mailman, nah, not Karl You was wishing in a well, I was tryna pop Fargo Bitch, I'm really scoring in the city, I am not Darko Miličić, been the shit, I can send a hit Got exquisite drip, foreign shit like an immigrant Debit BIN really do magic if the pin with it I'ma thank God for the punch then go sin with it Airbnb with six rooms, you at a Red Roof Hitman got a aimbot, he gon' head shoot 10K on me, ain't a dollar I'll lend you "Human" on my right one, "Race" on my left shoe Hoes burnt out, on the 'Gram shaking ass for free 1K a day, this new card, it's gon' last for weeks OT in LA, flashing racks at the beach I'ma look down at yo ass 'till stack some cheese Half of these hoes mice, other half cobra You the type to shoot the shot even if the pass open Straight drop turned the cream pop into a black soda Come through shooting HD like I'm [?] 2000s baby, spent two thousand on my kicks You ain't got a hunnid? I just spent that OT on a Lyft Time is money, won't waste neither on no bitch I been in my bag locked in, on some focus shit Chrome Heart on, leave her heart broke, I'm so rude You dick sucking, I'm just making money, how I'm 'posed to Chop eat his ribs up, the bullets wanted soul food They said I wouldn't be where I'm at, shit, I told you Huh, shit, I told y'all Not coming Timbs till the first time the snow falls Unc' throwing white at the fiends, not no snowballs I can show you how to make a thousand off of phone calls Showboat, they won't do shit, watch me show off Scat look like a hovercraft, how it float off Bitch want Dior flops just to show her toes off On that one shit, I'm on fire, I don't know Off Three thirties on me Steph, Seth, and Dell Just yesterday I made ten off Zelle Treat her like shit till she catch my mail Won two times for every L I felt [Outro] (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G, beat)