Big Bruddah (Don't Be Mad)

Commission probably bring me in front of the board for this one

Big brudda gon' be mad

Major League, Puerto Rico, LA

There's a lot of them, tell them please don't be mad

Took what I had, left me for dead as if I had to be finished

Came back with a Benz, it's cocaine Bentley, emerald cut, platinum, my dentures

Your diamonds twinkle, if it don't glisten, you did not get it from me

Top drop, red interior, yellow caliber, Turbo S edition

Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open

Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it

Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over

Had her stressed for day-to-day, don't wanna focus on it

Bae, use some of that motivation, captivate my focus

Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there with it

Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over

Had her stressed for day-to-day, don't wanna focus on it

She eat that dIck off the bone, that shit real official

Sacrifices I made for ****'ll probably never get mentioned

Looks get strained, and then complain like we in competition

Women be more grateful, I seen gangsters turn to bitches

I thought as men, we hold our own dick when we was pissin'

I play the game like Killer Stone, swear to God, I miss him

Bitch, I feel like Alvin Nelson when I'm in the trenches

Rockin' fitteds, hop out solo with my jewelry glistenin'

Shout out Ox uptown, busy, Booby, black and menacing

Quiet as kept, they say I'm Emilio, control the district

Who want them chickens? Grab a flock, you get a lower ticket

Hit my trap, girl, four words, come and get it

Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open

Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it

Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over

Had her stressed for day-to-day, don't wanna focus on it

Bae, use some of that motivation, captivate my focus

Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there with it

Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over

Had her stressed for day-to-day, don't wanna focus on it

Meet me by the shop, the eagle drop in fifteen minutes

Hit my junkie, he pick up, he like, "What up, lil' ****?"

"You by the shop?", he like, "Yeah, I'm just in here chillin'"

Open the fence, lift the garage, I'm 'bout to pull up in it

He checked the camera, when I land, he meet me outside with it

Park the Porsche by the 'Lac truck right on side the Bentley

Jump in the Honda, I be solo when I handle business

Secret rooms, money counters, metal boxes, blenders

Floor safes, beaucoup blickers, 'quipped with drums and switches

Secret compartments, ten apartments, money to the ceiling

Reefer trailers, tractor trailers, back of 18-wheelers

Decent mechanics and logistics for the trucking business

Immigrant construction workers, new construction business

I just built a house in Texas with a tunnel in it

Puedo ir a México from the tunnel entrance

You don't speak Spanish? Make it closer, you can comprehend it

I can go to Mexico from the tunnel entrance

Lil' bitty bitch can't hurt my feelings, I got tunnel vision

All that shit I said, big brudda probably wanna kill me

He say I talk too reckless in a song, I'm too descriptive

You **** outdated, still trappin' out of rentals

I'm a general, for real, ****, get up with me

Damn, they guarantee that every shipment get delivered

That's the old way, we don't put 'em in the fender

I got the new way, and I can get up in there with it

I can get up in there with it

Fuck, I had to turn off, babe, bitch, aye, get in there

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