Chuck Mahmoud - Brittle Lyrics

You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle
You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle

F*ck with the squad
You'll get touched
I go Berserk
I got Guts
Yeah, your girl
Yup, I f*cked
A samurai sword
I keep it tucked
You can't see me like John Cena
Knocking out all contenders
You know I'm a f*cking winner
Cause I eat chicken for dinner
You getting chewed out
Principal Skinner
My style so tight
I hit left on Tinder
I get the cash
I got the flow
Smoking this dro
F*cking these hoes
Down ten toes
Rocking these shows
Chuck Mahmoud
You already know

You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle
You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle
You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle
You niggas too brittle
Your funds are too little
Stay running away
You sweet as a Skittle

Top of the mornin'
I'm upset
Coppin' a foreign
Yeah, I bet
I'm in the business of scoring
Handle her rim like I'm Jordan
On the net
When we on tour
Then I'mma flex
If you want more
Then pass the check
I don't own a tech
But in the booth I go boom
And I never regret a kill
Like a bounty hunter
F*ck around and burn the town asunder
Why them niggas try to pull you down from under
We just tryna shine, why you hating
I'm 'bout to turn Ms. Seay into a prouder mother
I don't know what I would do without my mother
Or my brothers man, keep it cool
Without a blunder, got the sound to cover
Any noun and number, read the news
See the moves, peep the booth
People shoot
F*ck with D.C
Come f*ck with me, aye
This shit technique, aye
Listen then repeat, aye
We don't take shit
We make hits, now face it