Chuck Lidell

Lyrics

[Intro: Bris] (SparkyMadeItSlap) Ayy [Chorus: Bris] You a nerd off top if you touchin' shells They like Bris a Rottweiler he can't tuck his tail I can barely trust myself but I can trust a scale Tryna fight forty kick back, like it was Chuck Liddell At the mall with big pole in the Galleria The way I tip toe I shoulda joined the ballerina It's getting cold in these streets you better grab a heater Need a bitch that I can make a movie with like Angelina [Verse 1: Bris] I'ma kick you out this whip if we can't make a movie I be out here chasing chips I ain't chasing groupies Pulling up with foreign whips and we came from groupies I'll let it rain with G Man if you play with Poopy Come and wipe your block out that's a hurricane Say my shooter sparking sticks like it's third flame Yeah you gotta stay alive in this murder game I can't vouch for your shooter I ain't heard his name Yeah this Glock ain't got no safety they say safety first And these bullets get to flyin', these is angry birds And my shooters do that drill, ain't gotta say a word I'ma pop a perk while you twerkin', I'ma make it squirt Had to cut that bitch off 'cause lil' shawty trippin' The way I'm drippin' and they lookin', they just know I'm pimpin' Train to go, I'ma go with the homie trippin' I'ma bust this Glock-27 til' the forty clickin' [Chorus: Bris] You a nerd off top if you touchin' shells They like Bris a rottweiler he can't tuck his tail I can barely trust myself but I can trust a scale Tryna fight forty kick back, like it was Chuck Liddell At the mall with big pole in the Galleria The way I tip toe I shoulda joined the ballerina It's getting cold in these streets you better grab a heater Need a bitch that I can make a movie with like Angelina [Verse 2: G Man] My brother came home and didn't make a statement We was some snotty nose kids thuggin' on the pavement We was raised by real killers, bitch we really dangerous Play around and make one of your family members come famous Niggas talking bout they gone slide down my block Like this Draco don't hold over a hundred shots You niggas ain't hard on the gang, man you need to stop Always folding under pressure, talking to the cops They can never catch me lacking cause I keep a Glock Speaking on Ten Letta Gang and you gone meet Glock They can never catch me lacking cause I keep a Glock Speaking on Ten Letta Gang and you gone meet Glock Long cookie wood got my eyes low Pole on me and it go wherever I go Make a nigga whip do some turns like the sideshow I can't fuck with new niggas that just might fold [Chorus: Bris] You a nerd off top if you touchin' shells They like Bris a rottweiler he can't tuck his tail I can barely trust myself but I can trust a scale Tryna fight forty kick back, like it was Chuck Liddell At the mall with big pole in the Galleria The way I tip toe I shoulda joined the ballerina It's getting cold in these streets you better grab a heater Need a bitch that I can make a movie with like Angelina