[Intro]
Ayo ready for smoke? Joke
Shut the fuck up stab and choke (throat sound)
Play with Bratt you sniff the coke
Bratt’s a mob we beat your folk (punch him)
[Verse 1]
If I smoke, bitch only dope fuck the cigarette (fuck it, fuck it)
‘Nother fool is underground he’s cold
He’s dead
Bratts pullin’ up are you ready for smoke?
Dodgin’ bitch crazy she thought it’s a joke (we ain’t playin’)
Feel like a motherfuckin’ god (praise him)
No sheath, blade cuttin’ my dick it’s mad
TikTok, TikTok the pagens bad
I’m shocked, I’m shocked bitch where you at? (Show yourself)
Louis b crazy he took this stab
Bap, bap what the fuck is this?
It’s my bruckshot, you’re getting clap
Son come home, (nah, nah, nah, nah)I’m flashed by police (beow )
(God what?! cries)
[Bridge]
I’ve been poppin’ fuckin’ pills
Louis bratt never chills (never, never)
Climbin’ up this hills, all the thrill around me
Bitches wanna fuck me, haha try me
Boys in can when I’m smokin cally
But You should’ve known bitches cannot find me
[Verse 2]
Bro-bro call your granny (call her)
Don’t run your mouth online
Two hands on a burner, if you wanna find me (smoke him up)
Ain’t afraid of cats, fuckin’ coward
Don’t fuck with bratts
It’s our Codes ain’t no damn playground
I’m mad, I’m mad, badness for hounds
I’m back, I’m back bones on the ground
Feel safe, feel free don’t come to us
You pussy bitch, bora inside your tatts (ching that)
Off the shit I got this psycho thoughts
Blow from my bros they gon’ blow your mind (pew, pew)
Ain’t playin’ round nigga you gon’ die
[Bridge]
Cake on the table real Pyrex whippin’
I’m a pastry cheff cah your bro got cheffed
How many brehs are dead
And how many brehs are kweffed
Your hoe is already ready for smoke
Y’all pussios were never broke (nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Raged on a live, 30 homeboys came
I’m on the phase then we won the game (game)
Faggots around me I’m goin’ insane
I’m really smart yo what did you say? (What did you say?)
I feel like 21 cuz my rap is clever
Victor’ll punch you hard like a Floyd mayweather
Cold outside, rain, bratty weather
I’ve seen the dead, bro have you ever?
Ayo ready for smoke? Joke
Shut the fuck up stab and choke (throat sound)
Play with Bratt you sniff the coke
Bratt’s a mob we beat your folk (punch him)
[Verse 1]
If I smoke, bitch only dope fuck the cigarette (fuck it, fuck it)
‘Nother fool is underground he’s cold
He’s dead
Bratts pullin’ up are you ready for smoke?
Dodgin’ bitch crazy she thought it’s a joke (we ain’t playin’)
Feel like a motherfuckin’ god (praise him)
No sheath, blade cuttin’ my dick it’s mad
TikTok, TikTok the pagens bad
I’m shocked, I’m shocked bitch where you at? (Show yourself)
Louis b crazy he took this stab
Bap, bap what the fuck is this?
It’s my bruckshot, you’re getting clap
Son come home, (nah, nah, nah, nah)I’m flashed by police (beow )
(God what?! cries)
[Bridge]
I’ve been poppin’ fuckin’ pills
Louis bratt never chills (never, never)
Climbin’ up this hills, all the thrill around me
Bitches wanna fuck me, haha try me
Boys in can when I’m smokin cally
But You should’ve known bitches cannot find me
[Verse 2]
Bro-bro call your granny (call her)
Don’t run your mouth online
Two hands on a burner, if you wanna find me (smoke him up)
Ain’t afraid of cats, fuckin’ coward
Don’t fuck with bratts
It’s our Codes ain’t no damn playground
I’m mad, I’m mad, badness for hounds
I’m back, I’m back bones on the ground
Feel safe, feel free don’t come to us
You pussy bitch, bora inside your tatts (ching that)
Off the shit I got this psycho thoughts
Blow from my bros they gon’ blow your mind (pew, pew)
Ain’t playin’ round nigga you gon’ die
[Bridge]
Cake on the table real Pyrex whippin’
I’m a pastry cheff cah your bro got cheffed
How many brehs are dead
And how many brehs are kweffed
Your hoe is already ready for smoke
Y’all pussios were never broke (nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Raged on a live, 30 homeboys came
I’m on the phase then we won the game (game)
Faggots around me I’m goin’ insane
I’m really smart yo what did you say? (What did you say?)
I feel like 21 cuz my rap is clever
Victor’ll punch you hard like a Floyd mayweather
Cold outside, rain, bratty weather
I’ve seen the dead, bro have you ever?
( Louis Bratt )
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