Brazy Taxi

(专辑： The Lost Tapes - 2021)

But I always blow the yellow light
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
But I'm dressed in all this yellow, right?
But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt)
But I'm dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy

They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down)
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy)
Can't let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light (Nah)
Like it'll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? Huh
But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh
And I ain't hiding, capping if they say they can't find me
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Huh, ah, Money take something, huh, huh
DJ make that face, he 'bout to shake something, duh
Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill something, duh
I think I'm a zombie, I don't feel nothing, duh
Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head
Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head
Booby trap on that ass, I can't catch him last
Boobie Miles on that ass, I can do it all
If it's Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball
I don't stop at red lights, won't let 'em do me wrong
Nan' nigga want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong
His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh
Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub
Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your shit loose, huh
I don't make no diss songs, I get physical, huh
Make love to a bitch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh
Pull up, nah, I'm high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club
Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud
My opps weak as fuck, they know I'll beat 'em up
Dyin'-ass niggas ain't even tough, mad at me for what?
'Cause I'm that nigga, huh, I ain't that nigga (What else?)
See, I'm bomfortable, whole hood on my back, nigga (Aw yeah)
Send them bullets at niggas, they look like they run track, nigga
Can't make me get on that nigga, just tell me where you at, nigga
Can't hang around me 'less you use a gun
Ho nigga bleeding, we the reason that he losing blood
My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs
Put them bitches on the rifles, get a rocket, I'm the rudest one
Huh, ayy, them niggas body count ain't like ours
We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars
Everybody shoot that bitch from a distance, from afar
Everybody shoot that bitch up close, real personal
We can shoot it any way, I'm just saying, gang versatile
Huh, I still got more keys than Percival
Hold the chop any kind of way, it's reversible
If it's up there, it's stuck, nigga, better check your vertical

They keep telling me to slow down
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light
Can't let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light
Like it'll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? Huh
But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh
And I ain't hiding, capping if they say they can't find me
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Huh, late night, huh-huh, my pay right
Huh, I don't stop at gas stations, half a tank right
Huh, fuck the brake light, huh, play it safe, right
Nah, stay dangerous, get a nigga scraped, right
Huh, only gang, huh-huh, only squad
Huh, SMO 'til the day that I die
Every day go, nah, huh (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Every day go by, I be ready for the turn-up
Huh, hit the trap, get the work from my workers, uh
Pick up the phone, tryna get a nigga murdered, uh
He talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his corner (What else?)
Talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his borner (Nigga, duh)
You with that 'til you ain't with that
'Til a nigga pull up, now your people want some get-back
Say you was in that 'til a nigga in that
Huh, spend a band, we'll do that shit again, jack
Huh, say you on that, huh, 'til I'm on that
Huh, shoot some shit of your body that won't grow back
Say you pressing, huh, 'til we press you
That bullshit you keep tryna do, I won't let you
Skuba Steve back on that tip, mask off and shit
Once we on your line, them apes ain't never getting off your shit
Shoot you in your eye, do it right before you crank
Shoot him in the eye before he saw, I got baptized in Wocky water
Bet I fuck somebody daughter, huh, you won't catch me at the altar
Bitch, I'm married to the culture, bitch, I'm married to the streets
You don't know what they did for me, they took care all my enemies
They ride for me, on side for me, you goddamn right they friend of me
You goddamn right they kin to me
Huh, Skilla Baby my mini-me
Gon' turn up, be a bigger me
He Southwest T, I'm Big Meech
On the same shit like symmetry
On the same shit, that's bymmetry
Fuck an old bitch, now the same bitch like, "You remember me? I know you do" (Aw yeah)
My bitch say she don't wanna fuck, huh, I know you do, huh
Get more money, then hurt people like I'm supposed to do
Driving full speed ahead, watch the motor move
I ain't even hit the NOS yet, I been broke the rules

They keep telling me to slow down
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light
Can't let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light
Like it'll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? Huh (Aw yeah)
But I ain't dying, huh, and they ain't sliding, huh
And I ain't hiding, capping if they say they can't find me
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty

Ayy, aw yeah
Ayy, ayy
Oh, let's go
Ayy, aw yeah