Bre (feat. Tooley)

Glizzy, what you cooking up?

Uh

I done came in (?)

Yung Ro

I’m on the corner like Dion

Selling that work, can’t fuck with no peon

My Glock got a twin, I call it Breonne

And my side got a neon

He said that a car rolled up and they started shooting but you know that he lying

Cause Wes is a savage, in order to get him, you gotta snake him from behind

**** getting hit, all on the porch and they don’t even know who’s behind

I throw up the beat but ain’t no blood, bitch I do it for Breonne

I’m in the hood like (?)

Need a lil boo to put this meat on

But we don’t be loving, we just be fucking, she just a bitch to freak on

I’m in the booth with the heat on

Full of these pills, they red, put a beat on

**** be scared to come on my block cause they already know who we be on

Like take him down, fuck his brother

Damn them **** some peons

And if I spit and you live, then ima keep trying

My brother gone, this shit ain’t never gonna stop

Them **** gonna keep dying

He said he had nothing to do with that but he gon’ keep lying

But we ain’t tripping cause on Wes’ grave them bullets gonna keep flying

The coke in the microwave deep frying

(Skrt skrt skrt)

Skrt skrt, we run

Your baby mama, that bitch a freak, I hit that bitch like three times

Let me know what you tryna spend cause I got like three kind

Glizzy, what you cooking up?