Bruno

[Intro]
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
Let me tell you what I do know
Stack fat like Sumo
Ayy, do it and done him
Retro

[Verse 1]
Tru-truth be told, me I'm good on my Jones
Ain’t nobody wanna battle with bro
Don't shit me though, what you mean he told?
Yo, I used to let him inna my home
Hooyo tried warn me about these foes
Showed me how little I know
And I didn't wan’ listen, guess who's missin'?
As soon as your boy turnt low, them
And they don't want smoke, blem, friends
I ain't got loads, tense
When you buck my niggas
We pull triggers, we don't pretend when
We get 'round, we don't make no sound
They do gang for clout
Mindi-mindi come long like crouch
Ouch, screamin’ out, "How?"
Our block ain’t vacant
When it's more than 50, look
Me, I’m on the backroads, dodgin' these cops
I don't want my Jack Jones
I don't wanna get stopped its tucked
’Cah I can't lack
The boy love cap like snapback
'Round here, stuffin' pairs like blackjack
I don't back chat
If I back that, make a fuckboy backtrack

[Chorus]
Let me-let me tell you what I do know
Stack fat like Sumo
Flip packs judo, broski soon home
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo

[Verse 2]
3AM on the high road
Might splash a man down 'til I hear his high notes
Watch a boy leak like biro
Never ran from them pricks, only 5-0
Nee-naw
Never settled for less, gotta see more
Mummy ain't impressed thought I'd be more
Lately, I been stressed, gotta reach for
Yeah, I reach for my mindi
When I'm all alone, it assists me
Don't stop, touch bones like Dixy
Your girlfriend on my phone, sayin', "Pick me"
Aw shit, G
Control your missus in the bando
Keep an eye on the diddus
With my Rambo, come longer than midget
No tobacco, got smoke for a idiot's idiots
You-you can get sent to the sky like angel
If I put a hole in you, bagel
She only rollin', she know that I'm stable
No labels, I ain't bookin' no table
She ungrateful, but she sweet like maple
So, she might get a bit of my time
If it ain't the cash callin' I decline
Take time, you don't wanna see my bros rewind
Shit, shit, I meant reverse
Shoot first, think later
This werent rehearsed they hide so we gotta re-lurk
Change a boy face, now he gotta go turn
Dirty, all-all my niggas get 'round so worksy
Aimin' for necks or jerseys
Break a box, if not, I get jerky
Nuttin' else worthy

[Chorus]
Let me tell you what I do know
Stack fat like Sumo
Flip packs judo, broski soon home
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo
Let me tell you what I do know
Stack fat like Sumo
Flip packs judo, broski soon home
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo

[Outro]
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich