Brodie ft. Soulja Ree Lyrics

Zelly B, bitch

Yeah, I'm back in this bitch, just dropped a six

Have lil brazy get up on this trail and catch him in the mix

I'ma keep runnin' up these bands off this one shit

Remember back in 2017, we used to poke shit

Remember back in 2017, we used to smoke shit

Pull up on a nigga with this blick and leave him toasted

Smokin' on lil' uh, lil' nigga and we posted

Clip hold a hunnid, shoot that bitch and reload it

Told the workers, mask up, clean up, bag up

Hellcat, trackhawks, hit the gas, catch up

Finna bring Durk to the hood, so we patchin' up

Yeah we got a couple M's, nigga and we add it up

Nigga tried to send a couple shots, so we backed him up

I had to beat a nigga like my son, cause he actin' up

Hold on, goddamn, it ain't addin' up

Niggas pitchin' from the pot, so we patched him up

Yeah, Ree hit my phone, yeah we labbin' up

Punchin' early morning, nigga, yeah we rackin' up

Wakin' up, early morning, goddamn matching stuff

Pack just touchdown, weigh it up, bag it up

Weigh it up, bag it up, count it up, rock it up

Stack it up, double up, matching stuff

Yeah, I'm back in this bitch, just dropped a six

Have lil brazy get up on this trail and catch him in the mix

I'ma keep runnin' up these bands off this one shit

Remember back in 2017, we used to poke shit

Remember back in 2017, we used to smoke shit

Pull up on a nigga with this blick and leave him toasted

Smokin' on lil' uh, lil' nigga and we posted

Clip hold a hunnid, shoot that bitch and reload it

Clip hold a hunnid, shoot that bitch and reload it

Clip hold a hunnid, shoot that bitch and reload it

Chop hold a hunnid, nigga I can barely hold it

I can't take yo ass on no more drills, you done folded

Opp niggas, bitches, bring that pressure and expose it

Bought a new Glock and caught a new opp, and then I sold it

Upto, this a new whip, nigga we stole it

Double-back in renties, I swear them niggas won't know it

I got hella shit on my mind, I don't show it

Nigga, we got shh on the 8, but we don't show it

I got hella zaza pack, but I might grow it

I got hella pints of that wock, that's what I'm pourin'

I'ma let my itchy finger fuck the trigger of the glizzy

Man, I swear that shit gon' look like porn

All my brothers in that shit, they left me torn

For you and Q, put that on bro, just know we scoring

Niggas tryna go to war and they ain't got no funds

I'm bout to have fun with this shit till I'm done

Call up Zelly B-O-A, we ain't got no ones

These hoes want us to throw somethin', I'm tryna deep throat somethin'

Party in the cut with that shit, tryna blow somethin

Bro dem they caught with them blicks, they don't know nothin

They done put a hole in his ass like a funyun

Nigga, I got pounds of that shit, I could throw onions

Nigga ain't my brother, then you know it's no frontin'

If I got the jwet, then you know it's no cuffin'