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The Alchemist

Brickmile To Montana

 

Brickmile To Montana

(album: BO JACKSON - 2021)


[Benny the Butcher:]
Ah, let's go
Ain't no fucking around
Benny, Uncle Al, and Boldy
You already know what it is
BSF, nigga
Yo, uh

Somebody next, who it's gon' be? Can't make no promises (Uh-uh)
Slide in the whip with the sunroof so my dawg can hang out the top of it (Brr)
Hop out in designer shit, yeah, wintertime, Burberry goggle shit
She barely cook for you, soon as she pull up on me, she begging to swallow it
Still getting better, made so much cheddar, forgot what regular problems is (Damn)
Go back to the ghetto, my scars like a medal, the shots that they sending anonymous
Glock'll knock down a big hippopotamus, quarterback, giving 'em audibles (Uh-huh)
"This how you should do it, this how you oughta flow", negative, your shit sound horrible
Yeah, whole lotta carats, I can't see how your ho not embarrassed
And I put a bitch in a white house way before Kamala Harris (Hahahahaha)
Land in Detroit, I hit up Boldy, I need some work, he got something to show me
Never go broke, y'all niggas know me, I give back the whips and I give back the Rollie, ah

[Boldy James:]
Thirty-six of that odee, get back gang, hundred clip in the Rovie (Yeah)
Slid in that oldie, niggas is O-V, big ass stick, we'll hit it to goalie (Bah)
Still sending them OT (Ayy), paid twenty, but spin 'em for four-three
Me and Em in the low-key, big Glock .20, it hit like Manu Ginobli (Doot doot doot doot)
We really them ones, touch it and buff it up, Benny and Gunn
Put a one on a one and we divvy the funds, popping all that killing shit, gon' have to show me
Ayy, nigga rob me from my kid, gon' have to blow me
Rope in the Turkish, hope it was worth it, now can't nobody be comfy or cozy (At all)
Your mommy can't go to no churches (Nope), ain't no ring around the rosie
Kirkland leaning off the stolie (Brr), fuck with me it's adioski
Game time, arrivederci (Yeah), keep a pocket full of posies
Neighbors next door kinda cool, next ones up the street kinda nosy
Catch you lacking in the drug zone, my bullies revoking your G pass (Pass)
Niggas had them skullies rolled up for too long, they must've forgot they was ski masks
Get him touched like a keypad, send a hundred through his G-Wagen
Slide through the kickback, spin niggas' blocks, come back, and shoot up the repass
What else?

MI to NY, we unloading them semis (Try us)
Niggas been tied in, got a plug on them Blue Jays (Them chirps)
In the last few days, served fifty-two Js (Catching pies)
Ran over three hundred plays, missed out on two rays (We hit the spot)
Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (At all)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (We the mafia)
Brickmile to Montana, shit ain't no fugaze (What else?)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (227)

done

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