Isaiah Rashad, Michael da Vinci - Brad Jordan lyrics

Yo, now it's just me
My nigga Mikey D gettin' throwed
We was bangin' out some Master P
On the road
I prefer my word with platinum teeth
Maybe gold they don't like it when you
Come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold
Tell them hoes they better come correct
'cause I fuck my momma told me we
No 'ceptin' any memberships
No adding losses i won't step up in your
Dealership until I'm flossin'
We no flexy with the funk
Add a blessing to that punk
Damn, I got a son he on the way
But that's my baby
I've been spittin' like it's
Crack or some, like since the 80's
I was born I think in '91
That mean I'm chosen
When I slide back through your hood
Bitch, just have a frozen, bitch
Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan
Feel like I'm the fuckin'
Feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

Now you would think I work
From South Park, grindin'
Always makin' trouble
Grippin', on another level, mothafucka
I feel like droppin' classics
Like the rucker and rappers be too passive

It's just me, my brother Spottie, bitch
Sit low
I've been drinkin' since my momma called
Around 4
Niggas asking me too many questions
Fuckin' throwed
Rob Da Vinci, Mike December we was losing
Now we winnin'
Can I sport a couple in this? Play for bucks
That Brandon Jennings
Wear your crown and your pocket
Or that shit'll come up missin'
You that nigga but the misses
Eat a dick and mind ya business
This for all my Eastside
Niggas who be eating, do no sleeping
For their seedlin'
Never go to parties even if it is the weekend
And shout-out to the women who
Be faithful to their pimpin'
And shout-out to them haters who be
All up in their feelins
And shout-out to my daddy
I'ma buy your ass a Bentley
Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan
Feel like I'm the fuckin'
Feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

Now you would think I work
From South Park, grindin'
Always makin' trouble
Grippin', on another level, mothafucka
I feel like droppin' classics
Like the rucker and rappers be too passive

A bunch of bustas
I'm on everybody's asses
And this the notice
And I ain't even tryin', ho
Did you notice?
And this the standard, uh fuckin' bogus, uh
You fuckin' rappers, uh
It's just me and my nigga Mike D
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

I swear lemme get a peach Faygo
Bring the muthafuckin' frozen through bitch
Man I told you so
Ay yo, the peach, the peach, the peach and
Not in the, what they call it
The cans nigga
Not that can shit, not that can shit
Not the cans, I want a bottle nigga
Get the bottle from motherfuckin' right
Through the Wilcox Tunnel
Bring that bottle right through there
That peach kind? That peach kind
Tell that bitch to bring
Me a strawberry kiwi
Bring me a mothafuckin' frozen i need
I need one of those three for
One bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos
I prefer if you bought the popcorn
The popcorn, the popcorn
And if you can't bring the popcorn
Bring the mothafuckin' hot fries
And if you can't bring the hot fires
Go ahead and bust that five out
And bring me some Mapco chicken bitch
Yeah, slam dunk and some Mapco