DJBoys – Briefer
Fans come back to back like ez,
how can u handle that?
I 've made the best of my habitat
And them bitch n***** still hatin'
I put vps all in my bracelets
I got benchy all in my faces
Groovie bitches be fuckin'
with me
they kinda testin' my patience
Know we push and scatter, we racist
Know we do not write nothing basic
Know these bitches be foul,
that's a flagrant
No I don't do none of the dating
I'd rather be postin'
right over my niggas
That cig in my hand, if he runnin',
I'm chasin'
Run to the back, chase it
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it
Some of my niggas, we're federal, uh
Free all the kings,
yeah, that's first on the schedule
Rappin' got me on the pedestal
You can come near me,
you don't gotta check or two
I fell in love with them boats,
cause they malleable
Made me a sali off shippin'
them vegetables
This shit is medical Police,
they come to the back of the V -Dome
We float, it's incredible
Double my salary, give me another deposit
We know that Eazy deserve it,
I'm honest
Walk in the store, if I wanted, I'd cop it
He was a rat in the picture,
I cropped it
Niggas they don't wanna go
be into it
cause they know they're
easy the smartest
Don't gotta post on the gram
I'm not giving no media
you better know you a target
Borns they come back to back like easy
how can you handle that?
I made the best of my habitat
and them bitch niggas still hatin'
I put VVs all in my bracelets
I got Benji all in my faces
Groupie bitches be fucking with me
they kinda testing my patience
Know we push and scatter we racist
Know we do not write nothing basic
Know that these bitches
be found us a flavor
No I don't do none of the dating
I'd rather be posting right
over my niggas
That's taking my hand if he
running I'm chasing
Run to the back, gotta chase it
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it
Out in Miami, get top in the water
Who do you know, born father?
Smokin' on gas in the Charter
Boy, you a layman, know nothin'
So why even bother?
We get money, huh?
Ain't no runnin' up
Chopper, make him double -dutch
Thirties, we be talkin', huh?
All that show, bitch, she fuckin', huh?
Gate be runnin', huh?
We don't knuckle up, you tweakin'
G4 switch, he might just fuck him up
We brought our sticks
up inside of the party
He twistin', I'm up in his luggage
Scratch off the demon, be buckin'
If he wanna do it, we spinnin' around,
it's a fuckin'
Borns, they come back to back like easy,
how can you handle that?
I made the best of my habitat
and them bitch niggas still hatin'
I put VVs all in my bracelets,
I got Benji all in my faces
Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me,
they kinda testin' my patience
Know we pushin', scatter, we racin',
know we do not write nothin' basic
Know that these bitches be
foundin' some flavor,
know I don't do none of the dating
I'd rather be postin'
right over my niggas,
that cig in my hand, if he runnin',
I'm chasin'
Run to the back, gotta chase him,
or you gon' be broke,
gotta face