GO BRAZY (WITH MUSTARD & BABY STONE GORILLAS)

Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire, fuck peace

****, we just re'd up

Three

4Hunnid

Bitch

Y'all already know how who I am, right?

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Here we go, let's go, oh

Ayy, go brazy

Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign (Damn)

Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring

Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)

Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)

I ain't your **** or that simp that you used to (Right)

My ****, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot

I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

That **** start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark

I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark

Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards

A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies

My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably

I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly

I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi?

My **** saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it

Jay's, Jay's, go brazy

She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy

Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil' baby

Said she really 'bout it, 'bout it, told her let me see her bodies

Bitches only hit me up because they see a **** poppin'

In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets

Like, damn, I never think I'd be who I am

Fuck, but I can't be your ****, I'm just sayin'

Ayy, go brazy

Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign

Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring

Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny

Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin' (Ayy)

I ain't your **** or that simp that you used to

My ****, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot

I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

Headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (Headshot)

Enemy gon' bash and that's a whole lot of dead opps

All that talkin' brazy got your man got

The opps lil' boys, put 'em in a sandbox

FN cocked, I be totin' big shit (Fire, fire)

Yeah, you got gloves, but you ain't never did shit (Nah)

We don't take Ls lightly, that's bitch shit

So, yeah, we gon' double back for that slim shit (Skrrt)

Hit your block, hop out, walked in, do it up

Ain't nobody hangin' out, fuck it, still shoot it up

Rude as fuck, you ain't do enough, don't talk to me (Don't talk)

Braindead, bled out, shot up in his artery (His artery)

Really from the gang, this shit a part of me

I ain't never need a pass, **** never pardoned me

Tree Top gang on the toilet, T-Piru, Dimu'

Blood **** from all the three

Ayy, now go brazy

Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign

Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring

Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny

Grab my phone, I gotta go, 8 in the mornin'

I ain't your **** or that simp that you used to

My ****, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot

I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

Just Re'd Up 3, bitch