Iayze - Bruce Lee lyrics

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)
(Is that Tango on the beat?)
No, no
No, no
No, no
No

Racks came in, racks came in, racks came in
This lil' bih' playin' hard to get, she playin'
Money came in, money came in, money came in
[?] she brainless
That choppa bangin', bangin'
Ling ling bitch, ain't fuck yet but I still think that she's the one
Lame ass nigga tryna bump it, he gon' make me bust my gun
Lil' boy, what the fuck?
Choppa leave 'em done
Know I be smokin' on gas this shit just make me lose my lungs
Lil' boy, what the fuck?
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy, boy, boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy (Boy)
Lil' boy-oy (Boy, boy)
Lil' boy, boy (Boy)
Lil' boy, boy (Fuck)
Lil' boy, boy (Fuck)
Lil' boy, boy (Fuck)
What the, what the fuck, how Jace get them bucks? (What the fuck?)
What the, what the fuck, how Jace get him clucked?
On the scene for the bucks, I could never take the bus
She wanna fuck, her nigga mad she gave it up
Do these niggas how they ass'll do me
Shoot at these niggas 'cause they ass'll shoot at me
I can't do no mini-van, nigga, coupe me
She could get a new man and lose me
If it's up, smoke that nigga mans out a loose leaf
Let that choppa-let that choppa punch 'em down like it's Brue Lee
Bru-Bruc-Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee
She say we done kicked it, I'm like Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee
This bih' seen the crib then let me hit like Bruce Lee

(Is that Tango on the beat?)
(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)