Brian Nichols

[Intro] [Chorus]
3.5 in this wood nigga
30 deep on your block man whats good with ya?
If he want the smoke with my gang, roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain't no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, nigga run like chickens
I miss king 30, really miss his crippin'
Free lil b, I hate that you gotta miss christmas

[Verse]
(It's - It's- It's DJ Grenade)
I apply pressure with that blick huh
I apply pressure with that stick huh
Poppin at night we gon' get you'

I'm on the beat with lil' tired, no tired
All of this pussy shit that they be totin'
I apply pressure with that blick huh
I apply pressure with that stick huh
[?] keep talkin' that pussy ah shit that he talkin'
We pull up we takin' his wallet
All of my pistols got the grip on
Bandgang shit go for nothing bro
I could fuck the broke bitch' that not my type
I be fuck with rich bitches that my life
No social media put Glocks out on skypе
That bitch' gon' eat it up
[?]

I wanna spoil her
I know she not minе
I be with [?] that lost some more [?] and won't get em back
I fuck the bitch' that snitched on my partner I don't want her back
When I was fifteen, I'd ride round my hood wit' no gat
No [?] be snittching and bitching
You know we can't get into that
Bih' got my Kel-tec tool, that's the only thing I said really got my back
I be wit' real damn crooks
All em junkies be on crack

3.5 in this wood nigga
30 deep on your block man whats good with ya?
If he want the smoke then my gang up roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain't no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, nigga run like chickens
I miss king 30, really miss his crippin'
Free lil b I hate that you gotta miss christmas

Dumbass bitch tryna distance us
Fan ah [?] wanna hang with us
Know you heard about babylife we tough
Police scared of us
They talm' bout we dangerous
I shoot the draco'
Ain't no gunpowder, you know this shit angel dust
Flip a fuck [?] talm' crazy [?] that's on us

I told my gang
We gotta watch who we hang around'
Convicted felon down the road for a pound
Fake street gangster
[?] ya'll some clowns
Kick ya' trap down with the blood hounds

That bitch snaked me but I kinda miss her
[?] imma be a tipper
Slap that bitch If she get outta line
[?] Imma pimp her
Yeah' I hang with lesbians while they do scissor'
Pull out that Glock
Bussin at his chicken gizzard
Lil ah' fye' shawty' tote them caterpillars
Fuck my judge
Kill that hoe just like Brian Nichols
We can't make no deal
I don't een' like pickles
I jus' popped a pill everything make me giggle
Im the real Oso, I can't be belittled

I'm still kinda tired
But I gotta get back to what I'm doin'
I apply pressure with that drill uh'
I apply pressure wit' your bitch uh'
This not an entanglement
I know when I fucked you bitch she was choosin' (hmm)
Yeah stomp an opp out in these Rick's huh'
We ain't stand nothing, you a big punk
[?] pull a drac' out the damn trunk
Velly copped a K' that fucked up
Don't talk to police, but that weren't us
Play with the mob' running outta luck
Backwood russian cream and this bitch stuffed
I had another dream I was in the bluff
That bitch for the team
Yeah she gon' get fucked
I pull out that beam yo' ass better duck
Ya'll [?] so pussy
We do not rock Stussy
I pull out the Glock and we buss and he gushin'
I'm uppin my fye' wit' precision don't shoot like no rookie
You tryna buck me we gon' break like a cookie
Man this ain't no semi-auto issa' fully
Real ah' dog with a muzzle no bully
And I wanna grow up like im [?] and [?]
And my finger be itchin boy don't touch me

[Outro]
Don't touch me, Don't touch me
She don't love me
Fell in love with the Glock-30
Man why the fuck you wanna hurt me?
Why the fuck you wanna hurt me?
I ain't did nothing [?]
[?]