brown boys ft. Yung Grali Lyrics

Double R, that's a Cullinen

I was rollin' off that pack, can't have fun again

Ya want a feature, I need a 100 bands

Once he saw me pull around, he did the running man

Ay Yung Grali, he in fucking Gautham City

You know I keep 2 hoes with me, and she stepping in Balenci

Diamonds flooded out my wrist, got water on my neck

Drink water cause I flex, keep up with me you next

I get plenty rest, cookin' in the Stu

Houses in the hills, don't know what to do

These bitches talk to me, you need a pass to me

Won't get a pass for free, bitch you can't even step to me

Bad bitch name Selena, that's just what I like

We can to any place, you don't have to ask twice

Water like Bahamas, smoking to impress

And I keep a llama, keeping you in check

Dreaded like a rasta, permeated head

And she want to fuck, she pulled me to the bed

Come on give it up, you hear what I said

Rollie on my wrist, it's Audemars instead

Double R, that's a Cullinen

I was rollin' off that pack, can't have fun again

Ya want a feature, I need a 100 bands

Once he saw me pull around, he did the running man

Ay Yung Grali, he in fucking Gautham City

You know I keep 2 hoes with me, and she stepping in Balenci

Diamonds flooded out my wrist, got water on my neck

Drink water cause I flex, keep up with me you next

Me and shyamie in the Stu, brown boys up next

Brown bitty wanna bool, she just want to give me neck

I ain't go to school, I ain't take that test

Yung Grali look at you, iced out my neck

Iced out my neck, then I iced out that bitch

Get you sum nice, put a price on that bitch

And I'm livin right, put some diamonds on my wrist

Put the lean in my sprite, hoe don't spill it on my kicks

Harder, she said harder

Got a bad bitty, and she do what I want now

Man Yung Grali might just fuck on yo' daughter

Me and shyamie up next, on my mother