BabyTron - Brotha Man lyrics

It's me in this bitch, yeah
(Helluva made this beat, baby) shittyBoyz

Turn the strip into a pool party call Hutch
Hutch fuck around blew on my new Cartis
School? Man, fuck it, I was too tardy
I'ma shoot that bitch
Had to tell coach to two guard me
She ain't gon' answer
My dick in her throat
Bitch, I'm big scamming
Brought the chips and the stunts
Fooling in the store, I'm a wizard
Bitch I'm the GOAT
Oh, that lil' bitch? I'ma spin
Her unless I'm getting throat
Am I up? Bitch, does it blizzard if it snows?
This the yacht life, blowing 'Woods
Shitting on a boat
Wockhardt, mm hmm, we sip it when we toast
Unc' like The Rock with the dog
Hit it with a boat
Unky off two cans of beer like he Stone Cold
Throw my bicep in the air, bitch, I showboat
Snapchat filter while she suck it
It's a slow-mo
Talking 'bout punching something? Bitch
You a slow ho yeah, like, please
Feel like Spike Lee, courtside, white tee
I'm a asshole, why the fuck she like me?
Real life dickhead
That's why they wanna fight me brother man
I'll beat the shit out you then spit on you
Brother man, I'll up the, yeah
And then shit on you
Don't get a gravestone, yeah
We'll piss on you
Ju freaky-ass, if you tweak
He'll lick on you
Her freaky-ass? Oh yeah, she'll lick on me
She talk 'bout you had me running when
You put the tip on it
Scat Pack in the Hellcat
I had to switch on it
Hit Chase for the blue cheese
Then finger lick on 'em
I'm eating great, bitch
Smoke Cake Mix, hell nah, I don't cake
Bitch
Jack day shit for real life down the way
Bitch i'ma turn this lil' bitch cuckoo
When she taste this
I ain't got no noodles, I'm a killer
I erase shit
If you bump into me, I'm with 'rillas
On some ape shit
Woke up wooping, I need Skilla on my tape
Bitch you got a strong-ass chest but I'ma
Hit you in yo face, bitch
God walked up to me in my
Dream and said I'm chose, for real
Clay got a problem with the Glock
I just hope he chill
Killers on the West, they be in Brightmoor
For real
Got a playbook, you can come get coached
For real skinny jeans full of bands
I done got a leg bruise
Yo baby mama sick like, damn
She brought the head through
Took her upstairs, goddamn
Now the bed through
Took him upstairs, Heaven is his new bedroom
Cheated on my bitch
She talking 'bout I smell you
P90 with no cooling
I done brought hell through
Feel like Gregg Pop with my gang
I just yell shoot
Clay and Dee, they let me find out 'bout L2
You better not let me hold square
Dior flops, I did not wax my toe hair
Hopping on this wave? Boy
You better bring a boat there
Jumped in the deep, deep, deep, no air

I need a snorkel in this bitch, ayy