Guitar by Brezden
Guitar by Brezden

Guitar

Brezden * Track #8 On Lottery Pick

Guitar Lyrics

Woah
Okay, let's go
Woah
Okay, let's go (Flexus)
Woah
Okay, let's go
Yeah
Rockin' out with that Drac' like a-, rockin' out with that Drac' (Okay)
Rockin' out with that Drac' like a-, rockin' out with that- (Woah)
Woah, okay, let's go
Woah, woah, yeah, okay, let's go

Rockin' out with that Drac' like a guitar (Woah)
Try to run, walk him down, he ain't get far (Okay)
Geeked up, bitch, I'm blowin' on big dog
If somebody look like a ship, it's a big car (Goddamn)
'Wood stuff, made her look like a cigar (Okay)
Backwood stuff and it's full of white runt (It's stuffed)
I'm really 'bout action, I ain't doin' no stunts
I know I'ma blow, just give me some months (Okay, let's go)
My dawg servin' brown like Kareem on the real
She got too much ass to get fucked from the front (No cap)
But her face is so pretty, might fuck from the front (I got it)
Heard you droppin' a play like you fuck with the punt
I'm pourin' up, I got Wock' in my punch (Woah)
I'm gettin' chips but I'm not finna crunch (Ooh, woah)
Shе suckin' dick, bitch, I'm not finna hunch (Ooh, no)
I got half of my dinner, and made money for lunch (Okay, lеt's go)
Damn, this bitch hittin' in [?]
Got VVs on me and they glistenin' [?] (They hittin')
G-19, if he play then I'm dumpin'
The trap got Vert, that bitch really jumpin'
FN on me, make him dance like [?] (For real)
I need a sack, I ain't talkin' 'bout a [?]
Like the water and bones, lil' bitch, [?] (On God)
Two twin Glocks, real close like cousins
Yeah, two twin Glocks like Max Paine
He don't fuck with your people, and that's lame
I'm comin' up fast like the left lane
I'm smokin' White Runtz, it's the best strain
I gotta tuck, he ain't takin' a chain
I'm in her guts, she keep sayin' my name
Whatever I'm droppin', they sayin' it's flame
She lookin' like candy, she [?] on my cane
You can get smacked, bitch, don't play on my name
They ask how I'm drippin', had to walk through the rain (Okay)
I was feelin' off, but now I put it on
She get fucked in the suite, I'm not takin' her home
Meditate, been a week, it was all of a dome
I just fucked on a cougar, I told that bitch I'm grown
Swear you walk up in here, lil' bitch, give me your phone
Backwood, Backwood, switch to a [?]
[?] 12 hit the lights, shift gears and I'm gone
I've been drunk, I'm high, God damn, I'm gone
Ayy, Gio, go ahead and pass me that [?]
I'm just talkin' for real, don't be makin' no songs
Sundress some shit, rockin' a thong (No)
Backwood stuffed like her thumb on Chrome (Yeah)
Whole lotta shooters, can't run no zone
Okay, let's go
Okay
Whole lotta shooters will let that ho fly
Lil' bitch, yeah, I'm him, that one, that guy
[?] B-12 zip, God damn, I'm high
[?] sweet, they scared, they pie
My bitch like bitch, she say she bi
I done been through so much pain
Got no more tears, I can't even cry
Like we walk him down, I got the fire (Got it on me)
Bust down Rollie, I'm feelin' like Kai
She got ass, oh me, oh my
I swipe foes, lil' bitch, I'm fly
Okay, let's go (Let's go)
White tee on, that's dope boy swag
Lil' bitch, I'm winnin', I know they mad
I feel like Drake, this the best I had (For real)
Damn, yeah, for sure, this the best head I ever had
Lil' key got robbed, go get your cheddar back
Walkin' 'round smellin' like hella 'Thrax
Oh, you want a pack? (What?)
Answer, the price, it's hella taxed
I feel like Uzi, there go a rack
I feel like Brody, I'm pattin' my stack (Okay, let's go)
Like I'm in the car, bitch, I'm padded with straps (Seatbelt)
What the fuck 'cause I'm harder? She fuck with my raps
Lil' bro, I don't know you, ain't givin' no daps
Run around makin' plays out of town, usin' maps
My flow really pimpin', this shit really slaps
If you play with me, I put your face in your lap (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Yeah
If you play with me, I put your motherfuckin' face in your lap (Okay, let's go)

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