Brush Em

(Pop Smoke & Rah Swish)

Brokie, brokie

9 shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, “Watch the shooter”

Look, big 092MLBOA

(Pop Smoke)

GQ, you got a gun, n!gga, gun, n!gga? Me too

Brodie gon’ what? Brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’ brush ’em

Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’, rrr

Diggin’ that Louis bag, Louis bag, nigga diggin’ that bag, duffle

Brodie gon’ back out, cut ’em, brodie gon’, woo, I bet Moe gon’ shoot

Said I’m big 092, know that I’m woo

Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot

I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two .38’s, three .22’s

(Pop Smoke & Rah Swish)

Big NBA, we did it first

Watch what you say, you could get hurt

F!ck all my opps, they get it worst

My b!tch got the chop, sh!t in the purse

Pull up on Rex, don’t even trip

If I call Stretch, empty the clip

Those not my opps, free Thano Brim

The f!ck is Zanotti? N!gga a snitch

Don’t get put on a shirt, watch n!ggas lurk

I keep a Glock when I’m in church

Spin through your block, step on the clutch

Hit that boy up, then I reverse

Brodie got locked for the choppa

Lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one

I be f!ckin on opp’ b!tches

Kick ’em and pass ’em to Pop, it’s too many to pick from

Uh, say that, I’ll call a Ape for a Maybach

I’m 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, I’ma take that

We pull up to houses and baby showers

Woo from the Floss, we don’t play with ours

You won’t ever catch me broad day without it

GDK and I don’t even play about it

Uh, uh, Day-Day

Have you screaming through mega like, “Mayday”

Who the f!ck are you talking to crazy?

If you don’t want no beef, n!gga, pay me

The f!ck is these n!ggas gon’ get back

Empty the clip, they sh!t wacked

Take all the breesh, I got big packs

Shoot through the V, make ’em sit back

Uh, rumble

Step on the field, watch ’em crumble

I’m so drip like I stepped in a puddle

I back out and hit you and your uncle

Window down, let the semi spit

.40 Glock with a 50 clip

Get the addy then I get ’em hit

Had to shoot a n!gga for a mixy b!tch

Uh, Treesha, shorty wan’ suck on my nina

I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her sh!t wet, Aquafina

And I got that p!ssy on F!ji

If you got a gun, come and meet me

Breesh spendin’, pull up in like three V’s

Opp’ treesha, she dyin’ to eat me

I don’t talk to n!ggas, I don’t play with n!ggas

Got a bad b!tch that’ll tase a n!gga

Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n!gga, Woo back

(Pop Smoke)

Uh, the f!ck wrong with dem p!ssy boy dem, eh?

Dem talk ’bout bombaclot Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh

What da mean? Uh

Tell ’em p!ssy dey, “Go suck ya mada!” (Go suck ya mada)