Bring Em Thru'

(Two Scat packs back to back, it's a demon trail)
(Sauce green forever, I can promise you the )
(Getta Beats)
(Damn, JakeSand)

PGA tour, cross the country with some sticks on (Brrt-brrt)
You talking 'bout some old shit, I'm hip brodie
Blicky with the switchy, if I aim it, I won't miss homie (Pssh)
Fifties with some Nipseys, got about a hunnid strip on me (Brrt)
That's a big bag
Shit, I heard the haters mad, it's finna get bad
Granny in her ShittyBoyz hoodie, with her hip-ass
First class, I ain't fucking with the skip lag
Been had twenty back in school, that's why I skipped class
In that big body, finna drift past (Skrrt)
Been in the deep for so long, could teach a swim class (Splash)
Unky getting pounds off, ain't no SlimFast
I might pop all up with half a ticket, with my rich-ass
Boy, you don't wanna go to war, no, you ain't got that (You ain't got that)
Boy, you finished, Mortal Kombat (Finished)
Fell down and got back, they can't stop that
Brodie banging like a Slasher looking for some contacts
(It's been a—) It's been a lil' minute, still don't give a damn
Newest generation Glocky, I don't think it's finna jam (Brrt)
I been off the porch forever, shit, I been a man (Shh)
Shit, you been a ham

(Shit, fuck)

Walk around, mug on, let my gun show
Eighthy of the Gumbo, I'm flying like I'm Dumbo (Phew)
Doggy been a bitch forever, why he acting tough tone?
I used to make him run home
I used to take his lunch money
I think you smoking jokes down, boy, yo Runtz funny
Fit designer, 'Wood pearl then the cup muddy
Lando got the Cartiers too, that's my buff buddy (Bling)
This ain't no drug money, boy, I scam and rap
If that Backwood some bullshit, boy, I'ma pass it back (Nah, for real)
Like, what you pay for that?
Talk about, "He stating facts," but everything he saying cap (Cap)
Yeah, that Scat cool but you know it can't race the 'Cat (Boy)
We'll leave you at that light
Put that little fo' down, brodie drinking out the pint
In all black, Bin Reaper, catch me creeping through the night
I can only thank God, I was dreaming 'bout this life, no cap though
They'll stab you in it, acting like they got yo back though
Pouring up some potion, damn near think I need a 'lapse, ho
So much money I can swim up in it, damn near hit a backstroke
Heard yo man's back broke
Better watch that back though
This shit be unbelievable
They waiting till they see you up and then they gon' believe in you
Ain't no Glocky or a [?], fuck around and Desert Eagle you
Buffalos, red mirror tint, this the evil view
This shit a master plan, you gotta see it through
It's 1:50, still working, got somewhere to be at two
So much money in the— (Shh) I can't leave the room
Heard it's some plays on the floor, shit, bring 'em through

(Yeah, ShittyBoyz)
(Dog Shit Miltia)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Man, you know what the fuck going on)
(If I give yo ass a head start, you still gon' be trying to keep up)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, fuck going on, man, yeah)
(I'm in first place, you can see the medals)
(I'm in first place, you can see the medals)
(This a Hellcat, you can see the Devil)
(Huh, yeah, fuck going on, man)
(Can't fuck with me, you can't fuck with us)
(This shit is a global takeover, literally)