Bring Em Thru'

(Two Scat packs back-to back and
It's a demon trail, Sauce green forever
I can promise you the Neimans bailin')
(Getta Beats, Damn, JakeSand)
(Phew, phew)

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 (Phew)
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 (Pfft, pfft)
(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 (Shh)

(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 (Huh?)
I think you smoking jokes down, boy
Yo' Runtz funny (Huh?)
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 (Phew)
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 lab coat
So much money I can swim up in it
Damn near hit a backstroke (Phew)
Heard yo' man's back broke
(Phew) , better watch that back door
This shit be unbelievable (Phew)
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 (Shit)
So much money in the
(Shh) , I can't leave the room
Heard it's some plays on the
Floor, shit, bring 'em through, huh

(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)