JID - Bruuuh lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID - Bruuuh lyrics]
J-J-J-JID d-D-D-D
D-D-D-D
D-D-D-D-Damn, said I'm back again
To whoop ass
The blicka-blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash
In your daddy's van d-D-D, D-D
Bad as the most havin'est, most swaggiest
Braggy as never had anything
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' backwards, I coulda
Hit a backflip, check this
I ain't never hustled for a necklace
Tryna get the fam straight, get
Us out of debt, shit
That shit get testy
I feel Dizzy Gillespie, in the
Room pack me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last
I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend
Birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the niggas
Tryna stop the journey jID pull up on a opp
Like what's poppin' kermie
Blocka Blocka, operate, doctor, surgery
IVs, gurneys, shit bag, gone for eternity
Hey
More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey
Close the casket, common the courtesy, hey
Head shots, too personal for a burglary, ooh
Red dots cause killers could
Close curtains me i done did wrong
Someone send me up vertically
Horizontally, read me a
Passage from Deuteronomy
Anything you can do to conquer
The demon inside of me
Any meaning the truth and the father
The spirit guided me
I can bleed in the booth and leave a
Tooth as a souvenir for who was here
And if you hearing it, you know
The spirit is imperitive, imperative
Imperial black man pyramid, the peer of men
Jack man with the gat
Scratching off the serial
Sack man, get the pack money in the envelope
Pissing down the urinal
Ass man in the strip club
Tell 'em bend it over
Gon give it to her, she been working for it
Hey
You gon' make a nigga cop a birkin for ya
Hey
You the bomb, look I got a turban for ya, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for ya
Babe
I'ma murder for you, babe, 730 for ya, ayy
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
III'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
D-D-D-D
D-D-D-D-Damn, said I'm back again
To whoop ass
The blicka-blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash
In your daddy's van d-D-D, D-D
Bad as the most havin'est, most swaggiest
Braggy as never had anything
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' backwards, I coulda
Hit a backflip, check this
I ain't never hustled for a necklace
Tryna get the fam straight, get
Us out of debt, shit
That shit get testy
I feel Dizzy Gillespie, in the
Room pack me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last
I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend
Birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the niggas
Tryna stop the journey jID pull up on a opp
Like what's poppin' kermie
Blocka Blocka, operate, doctor, surgery
IVs, gurneys, shit bag, gone for eternity
Hey
More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey
Close the casket, common the courtesy, hey
Head shots, too personal for a burglary, ooh
Red dots cause killers could
Close curtains me i done did wrong
Someone send me up vertically
Horizontally, read me a
Passage from Deuteronomy
Anything you can do to conquer
The demon inside of me
Any meaning the truth and the father
The spirit guided me
I can bleed in the booth and leave a
Tooth as a souvenir for who was here
And if you hearing it, you know
The spirit is imperitive, imperative
Imperial black man pyramid, the peer of men
Jack man with the gat
Scratching off the serial
Sack man, get the pack money in the envelope
Pissing down the urinal
Ass man in the strip club
Tell 'em bend it over
Gon give it to her, she been working for it
Hey
You gon' make a nigga cop a birkin for ya
Hey
You the bomb, look I got a turban for ya, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for ya
Babe
I'ma murder for you, babe, 730 for ya, ayy
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
III'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'