BR!MSTØNE

[Verse: Wavy T]
YOU RAN OUTTA LUCK
LYRICS GOIN' HIT LIKE A TRUCK
DON'T GIVE A FUCK
BLACK ON MY FIT IT GOT COVERED IN BLOOD
ICE ON MY WRIST WE CAME UP FROM THE MUD
SMOKIN' ON CHRONIC THE PACK GOT ME STUCK
I WALK 'ROUND THE BLOCK BITCH I KEEP THAT THING TUCKED
CALL ME A SQUIRREL CUZ IM JUST TRYNA NUT

OKAY

HIT ME A LICK ON YOUR HOME
PLEASE DO NOT FUCK WITH ME NIGGA I'M GROWN
ALL OF THESE BULLETS GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR DOME
SHE CALL ME A DOG CUZ I JUST WANNA BONE

ALL OF THESE GROUPIES WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE
WHY ALL MY EX'S WANT HIT UP MY PHONE
I'M IN THE BOOF SMOKIN' PACK BITCH I'M BLOWN
I POUR A 4 UP IN MY STYROFOAM AYE

SEE A BITCH LOOKIN' BAD ON THE AVENUE
I AIN'T MAD AT YOU BIG BOOTY BAD ATTITUDE
I'M A SAVAGE DUDE IMMA PROVE WHEN I'M PASSIN' YOU
BIG BODY WHIP LIKE TO ZOOM IN THE AFTERNOON

NIGGAS TALK SHIT BUT THEY KNEW THEY WAS CAPPIN', ØUU
I AM TOO SMOOTH WITH THE FLØW I'M SØ MASTERFUL
RISING UP THE RANKS YOU A MO FUCKIN' CASUAL
NIGGAS TALK SHIT THRU THE DASH WHY YOU MAD FOR?

STOMP YO HEAD IN WITH TIMBS LIKE NIGGA WHAT
I AIN'T GOT NUN TO LOSE I COULD GIVE A FUCK
STILL THESE NIGGAS OØVE TO SNOOZE BUT WE COMIN' UP

[Outro: KINGDØM]
FUCK <3