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[Intro] Turnt up, not burnt up, n!gga diss on the gang, get his dumb ass sent up, n!gga (Come on, we gone, lil’ Fox, why you so godly, cuz?) [Verse 1] I am what I am, b!tch, I come from the trenches If he d!ck-ride the opps, we gon’ catch him and drench him He got in face and got popped like a pimple Murder and money, it’s just that simple (Just that simple) Into it with us, better get your a pistol When I run into opps, I be pushing the issue If the opps get booked, we gon’ shoot up they venue (Shoot they s*it up) Munchie and Marsh up top on the menu (They dead ass) Uh, shots went off, now it’s to be continued (Rrah, rrah) Lil’ baby, I’m broke, I don’t got s*it to send you (I don’t) Put the Glock in his mouth like I’m working for dental The straight got hot, now we riding the rental Uh, playing both sides, you gon’ die in the middle Bounce out, get up close, I don’t shoot from the triple (Come here) You died for that gang and don’t even miss you (Dumbass) Go ask ’bout lil’ Von, he left two n!ggas crippled [Bridge] No, lil’ buddy, get up, lil’ buddy, no [Verse 2] What happened? S*it, nothing, we caught him and clapped him (Clapped his ass) I really spank s*it, I am not rapper S*it-bag him, get that n!gga a Pamper I’m tryna pour up, who got Tris in Atlanta? Canada Dry Cream soda, this not no Fanta (Dumbass) I’m with three hoes and I’m flyer than Santa White and black straight, this b!tch look a Phantom (Okay) Said he want smoke with the gang, we giving him cancer 10 milli’ Glock turn his ass to a dancer (His b!tch ass) I got a lil’ money, she calling me handsome (The fu*k?) Just got some new Glocks, now we finna enhance ’em (Enhance the switch and s*it) He not from the ‘Raq, man, that n!gga from Lansing (His b!tch ass) Spent three bucks on two pairs of pants (Two pair of pants) When I’m in the ‘Raq, I be running from transit (Running from transit) Bubble Moncler, where your phone? You can scan it Any beat Vonno got on, he done ran it (I ran that b!tch) The opps dropped a song and ain’t nobody playing it (B!tch ass) What ’bout the belt to the opps? We be laying it (You know that) Beat up his ride, left his dumb ass stranded (Come here, b!tch ass) Got on a plane, died soon as he landed (Dumbass) Shoot off his arm, leave a fu*k n!gga handless Fu*king a lil’ white b!tch named Candice Uh, free Lil Don, my shorty a bandit (A bandit) I just wanna kill, they don’t understand me (They don’t understand me) All my ex broke hoes can’t stand me (They broke ass) My old b!tch broke, my new b!tch candy (What the fu*k?) Made n!ggas get on the ground like Andy When I caught my first B, I was happy and dandy Won’t fu*k her ’cause the b!tch too manly Fu*k out my face, do a n!gga like Stanley If I’m in they club, they gotta be paying me Keep grabbing my shirt, tell this b!tch to unhand me (Fu*k) I’ll crack a lil’ joke, but I’m not that friendly (I’m not that friendly) What’s in my clip make a fat n!gga flimsy You n!ggas hands be lower than Lindsey Spinning they block got a lil’ n!gga dizzy (The fu*k?) Put his dumb ass on a tee like Grizzley (You know that) Bullets was hitting his body, I seen that s*it clearly (Damn) Before I do this, I pray God’ll forgive me (Please) Pull up, swing my door, bounce out and get busy (Come here, come here) [Outro] (Come here, come here, chase his ass) With his dead dumb ass, come on, we gone No, lil’ brother, no, they killed my lil’ brother. Lil Brudda lyrics – VonOff1700 : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com