Stuffed to the Brim ft. GirlsLoveCasino Lyrics

Damn brodie can't believe you switched

Damn brodie stabbed me in the back for a bitch

Put a four in a blunt ya it's stuffed to the brim

He got vertigo you know he never gonna spin

Ya I'm fucking on his bitch and then I pass her to my twin

If you touch my brother I ain't goin like Mitch

Got a new hellcat with some chrome on the rims

Pussy try to touch me ya you know I ain't gonna flinch

Shoot it up like heroin Seattle in the 90s

Rip to Tanna little bitch I'm feeling grimey

Bitch I'm driving safe if the cops get behind me

Heard he wanted smoke I guess he feels like dying

Smoking in my coupe I guess I feel like flying

She asking where I been says she knows that I'm lying

Ya She do what I say ya I feel like Simon

Heard you looking for me little bitch know I ain't hiding

I'm feeling like the hedgehog hog I might spin on them

Ya I heard you think you cold boy I'm getting sick on them

Ya I feel like O Dog might put that blick on them

I still hustle like I'm broke so I'm getting rich on them

Red dot on the Glock got them in the lense

They talking like me but I ain't nothing like them

Four bitches in the coupe it's stuffed to the brim

I'm smoking on your brodie man I think I got the spins

We gonna pull up we got all the sticks

She just wanna fuck me get it down for the brick

The chopper got extended mag and damn it's got a kick

She gonna tell that she want to fuck for the kid

Because I got all these drugs now she wanna spin on them

Me and Sskay we big steppers gonna shit on them

And if times get tough we gonna put the blick on them

Put it in a new Birkin Bag just to flex on them

Big gang for sure for sure

Ak's and Drake's tonight

She just wanna party because we getting hella lit tonight

They gonna ask me how I'm doing man I said I'm decent

She just popped another Molly because she's a freak man