Bugatti Brakes

Lyrics

[Intro] Son Look at my Johnny He wanted it to be me but he forgot about Johnny I'll get you for this you black rat If they hang me I'll get you for it One time, so many things at one time you see I haven't sorted them out I have a whole bag of things that I'm trying to work through And get to one [?] you know Y'all getting ready to put y'all up on something man Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggas like [Verse 1: D Brash] Slick talker, watch your dame she a walker Weak pimp spotted, moment wasn't awkward Hennesey all on my breath, I been scheming Gotta take him off of here, Willie Green him Wolf in thе hallways, rowdy all fucking day Swishers getting burned to thе mother fucking face Got a safe, illegal tender O'Bannon, old cannons stuffed down on Crandon Had your chick dug out, I do damage Light up some weed, you can smell my gas nigga I even get manual checkups for my mask nigga While I fucking thrash nigga Cause y'all be calling, the bitches be calling Got to maintain Show discipline nigga, call it Styles P I be wishing a niga come and clown me Don't be looking around, it's going down G Pump your brakes, no rebate Niggas finna eat face, ten toes down like Jada No getaway [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] (Had to put the brakes on you niggas like-) Like whoah And I have to shake it on y'all niggas Night rider in the dark with a typewriter I hold the mic device real tight and I might snipe ya Soon as I get highed I get in the mode Scratch rappers off my shit lists, I spit like commodes Send baby to the store, tell her keep the change Keep the price the same as the wax that relieve the pain Bumping Coultrain while eating Lo Mein Off Seymore and Liberty, track number 4 man Old as shit, still watch reruns of soul train Really get inspired 'til I'm sitting on a gold plane Pickedup my nigga crack, you think the cocaine Nigga got a lot of drive, 24 lanes