BRADY

[Part I]

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
I'm big Lazy (Yeah), I go crazy (Chang)
I'm in the field, bitch, just like Brady
I got a bunch of these hoes like Brady
Went up my dough, then I fuck on yo' lady
And lil' shawty, she broke, so she cannot date me
And I shoot with the pole, step back like Tracy
My choppa gon' sing like Lil Tracy
I slide, the need for speed, bitch I am racin' (Skrr)
And if it's he that want smoke, then we face him
He get rolled in a blunt, then my nigga, we lacin'
I'ma fuck on a slut and I leave that bitch pacin' (Ay, oh wow)
She say it's too wavy and she can't replace it
And she textin' my phone, like "What you doin' lately?"
And I run to the cake, so lil' shawty gon' chase me
And these niggas be fake, then just flip 'em like flop
And you say that's yo' bih', but I know she a flop
And whenever I'm droppin', my shit is a bop
And I'm with a thotty, bitch, (Yuh) she gave me top
And I got a new choppa, I got an AR
And that bitch on my line 'cause I grind like a skate park
And I roll with the MAG, got a strap like a guitar
She all on my cock 'cause I rock like a guitar
And niggas, they sharin' my thoughts, but I do not get y'all
Throwin' them packs and this shit's [?] built like a grip ball
Like no, I can't roll with a pit, bitch I roll with a big dog
I got the dough and I'm rich and these niggas, they pissed off
Like you start gassin' that bitch, but that boy need a pit stop
Hop out and blastin' the stick, and I'm takin' his neck off
And I got yo' bitch on my lip, she get hit, she get checked up
Like don't wanna argue and shit, but she just [?]
And I'm not finna talk in this shit, nigga, go to a dental
And that nigga's broke as a bitch and I'm not finna tell y'all
Lil' ho wanna suck on my dick and I told her "Bitch, no no"
[?] pulled up this shit, bitch I feel like I'm [?]
And [?] pullin' these hits, and that nigga won't get up
And I got a thotty, lil' bitch, she gon' suck and she spit up
I pop out the Glock if you talk, then nigga, get hit up (Oh wow)
Young nigga trap, shoot the pack through the zip
Dick in my hip, bitch I shoot like the Wiz
Gold on my wrist in this bitch, and it's causin' a bliss
And I put this bitch in my whip and I can't even remember her name
And these bitches be frigid, got di' on my chain
And I get that bitch dizzy, said it's off the chain
And you say that's yo' bitch, but that bitch for the gang
And I drive in the whip, and now I'm switchin' lanes
Big chop, put the stick to his face, uh (Fah)

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
I know you talkin' shit, lil' nigga, I want you to pull up
I got yo' bitch on my dick, she gon' hop in this whip and go crazy as soon as I pull up
And we runnin' you down, bitch I'm runnin' the town
I got thirty in my rounds, you get shot if you look up
And extended clip, you get hit if you twitch
If that nigga want some, we get gas in this bitch
And he said he got doja, we jackin' his shit
And I just beat the show, get out backin' and shit
If you talkin' bout dough, I got bags in the whip
And if he in the field, then we clippin' his shit (Ha-ha)
And if that nigga cap, got a stick in the whip
I'ma run up my racks, I'ma stack up my chips
Take a shot with the gun, he gon' pop like some chips
And his thot gave me top 'cause she know who I is (Thotty)