Brunch Klub Music
Uh, alright, I ain't gotta lie, I do my thing
Niggas gon' hate, they don't even know my name
Two, three, coming soon, I'm a young OG
I ain't got no warrants, still f*ck the police
Niggas burn bridges and they try to swim back
I'ma pop a train, I'ma break your bitch back
I could cop a stack if I move me a pack
I'ma shoot it up if a nigga get jacked
Take a nigga back like South Central
This New Orleans to my bros, it's my kinfolk
Up in the hood, niggas ain't eating steak
Any different day, we focused on the plate
This winter drop gon' get us out the slum
Stack it up like we packing
Totin' that heat in my box of briefs
Keep the meeting brief, your defense ain't good
If you roaming through the hood, the streets don't love, keep it understood
Alright, it's Brazy, Brunch Club, my baby
Got a little money, turn up on your lady
F*ck the G-Code, no, the Lord gon' save me
It's a cold world, man, my life so brazy
Teach a lil' nigga I feel like Major Payne
O.G. Big Blood, I ain't never gon' change
Never for a dollar, nigga, never for no fame
Hard to myself cause these hoes so strange
Magic down wine, hella hoes in my phone
Ignoring them all, Brunch Club for calls
Too legit to quit, Eastside cause it's gangsta shit
Stay in your lane cause this not the game
Sendin' shots with aim, lay him down like a picnic
If he talkin' shit, we just pull up
That's the ending, bruh, preem, never Jason Kane
Pull his cap back like banana peelin
It was all good just a week ago
Let me call TLC, she a creepin' hoe
I got shooters outside, you don't even know
Watch, I add it all up like I'm peepin' Sko
Put it on a plate, serve it like a pizza roll
If I don't love her, can't even feed the ho
New beat, pick the shit, any money, moe
I still smoke rappers just like a box of Joe
I'm a young O.G., f*ck a friendly barber
All they bring is problems, can't trust nobody
F*ck around and might catch a body
But I'm chillin' though, blowin' thick smoke
Eyes open, clothes pickin', roll your hoe
That's a givin' go, I don't love these hoes
I only love my son, plus my mama
F*ck the drama, finesse these commas
Flip them dollars, stir the profit
Make it hot, then drop it
Alright, my lyrics on fleek and my bitch on ill
Respect a nigga named Birdman, I'ma kill
Bullet hit a skinny nigga, make him look like Uncle Phil
Told that bitch, money gang, 500 on the grill
Ain't no peace in these streets
I'm a beast out the east, got the pack on the waist
He be gone in a week, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'm deceased, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'ma
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Brunch Klub Music
Uh, alright, I ain't gotta lie, I do my thing
Niggas gon' hate, they don't even know my name
Two, three, coming soon, I'm a young OG
I ain't got no warrants, still f*ck the police
Niggas burn bridges and they try to swim back
I'ma pop a train, I'ma break your bitch back
I could cop a stack if I move me a pack
I'ma shoot it up if a nigga get jacked
Take a nigga back like South Central
This New Orleans to my bros, it's my kinfolk
Up in the hood, niggas ain't eating steak
Any different day, we focused on the plate
This winter drop gon' get us out the slum
Stack it up like we packing
Totin' that heat in my box of briefs
Keep the meeting brief, your defense ain't good
If you roaming through the hood, the streets don't love, keep it understood
Alright, it's Brazy, Brunch Club, my baby
Got a little money, turn up on your lady
F*ck the G-Code, no, the Lord gon' save me
It's a cold world, man, my life so brazy
Teach a lil' nigga I feel like Major Payne
O.G. Big Blood, I ain't never gon' change
Never for a dollar, nigga, never for no fame
Hard to myself cause these hoes so strange
Magic down wine, hella hoes in my phone
Ignoring them all, Brunch Club for calls
Too legit to quit, Eastside cause it's gangsta shit
Stay in your lane cause this not the game
Sendin' shots with aim, lay him down like a picnic
If he talkin' shit, we just pull up
That's the ending, bruh, preem, never Jason Kane
Pull his cap back like banana peelin
It was all good just a week ago
Let me call TLC, she a creepin' hoe
I got shooters outside, you don't even know
Watch, I add it all up like I'm peepin' Sko
Put it on a plate, serve it like a pizza roll
If I don't love her, can't even feed the ho
New beat, pick the shit, any money, moe
I still smoke rappers just like a box of Joe
I'm a young O.G., f*ck a friendly barber
All they bring is problems, can't trust nobody
F*ck around and might catch a body
But I'm chillin' though, blowin' thick smoke
Eyes open, clothes pickin', roll your hoe
That's a givin' go, I don't love these hoes
I only love my son, plus my mama
F*ck the drama, finesse these commas
Flip them dollars, stir the profit
Make it hot, then drop it
Alright, my lyrics on fleek and my bitch on ill
Respect a nigga named Birdman, I'ma kill
Bullet hit a skinny nigga, make him look like Uncle Phil
Told that bitch, money gang, 500 on the grill
Ain't no peace in these streets
I'm a beast out the east, got the pack on the waist
He be gone in a week, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'm deceased, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'ma
Uh, alright, I ain't gotta lie, I do my thing
Niggas gon' hate, they don't even know my name
Two, three, coming soon, I'm a young OG
I ain't got no warrants, still f*ck the police
Niggas burn bridges and they try to swim back
I'ma pop a train, I'ma break your bitch back
I could cop a stack if I move me a pack
I'ma shoot it up if a nigga get jacked
Take a nigga back like South Central
This New Orleans to my bros, it's my kinfolk
Up in the hood, niggas ain't eating steak
Any different day, we focused on the plate
This winter drop gon' get us out the slum
Stack it up like we packing
Totin' that heat in my box of briefs
Keep the meeting brief, your defense ain't good
If you roaming through the hood, the streets don't love, keep it understood
Alright, it's Brazy, Brunch Club, my baby
Got a little money, turn up on your lady
F*ck the G-Code, no, the Lord gon' save me
It's a cold world, man, my life so brazy
Teach a lil' nigga I feel like Major Payne
O.G. Big Blood, I ain't never gon' change
Never for a dollar, nigga, never for no fame
Hard to myself cause these hoes so strange
Magic down wine, hella hoes in my phone
Ignoring them all, Brunch Club for calls
Too legit to quit, Eastside cause it's gangsta shit
Stay in your lane cause this not the game
Sendin' shots with aim, lay him down like a picnic
If he talkin' shit, we just pull up
That's the ending, bruh, preem, never Jason Kane
Pull his cap back like banana peelin
It was all good just a week ago
Let me call TLC, she a creepin' hoe
I got shooters outside, you don't even know
Watch, I add it all up like I'm peepin' Sko
Put it on a plate, serve it like a pizza roll
If I don't love her, can't even feed the ho
New beat, pick the shit, any money, moe
I still smoke rappers just like a box of Joe
I'm a young O.G., f*ck a friendly barber
All they bring is problems, can't trust nobody
F*ck around and might catch a body
But I'm chillin' though, blowin' thick smoke
Eyes open, clothes pickin', roll your hoe
That's a givin' go, I don't love these hoes
I only love my son, plus my mama
F*ck the drama, finesse these commas
Flip them dollars, stir the profit
Make it hot, then drop it
Alright, my lyrics on fleek and my bitch on ill
Respect a nigga named Birdman, I'ma kill
Bullet hit a skinny nigga, make him look like Uncle Phil
Told that bitch, money gang, 500 on the grill
Ain't no peace in these streets
I'm a beast out the east, got the pack on the waist
He be gone in a week, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'm deceased, I be fresh like a crease
Anymore, I'ma
Writer: Shaquille Hurd
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid