Pop Smoke, Rah Swish - Brush Em lyrics

Rahlique Devawn Wilks

[Pop Smoke, Rah Swish - Brush Em lyrics]

Brokie, brokie nine shots in the Ruger, I
Step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look,  Big 092MLBOA

GQ, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out
Brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut
'em, brodie gon', woo, i bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm Big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block
We gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot
Out the roof, two 38's, three 22's

Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
Fuck all my opps, they get it worst
My bitch got the chop', shit in the purse
Pull up on Raccz, don't even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim
Fuck is Zanotti? Nigga a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
Lost four of my straps
Gotta go get a fifth one
I be fuckin on opp' bitches
Kick 'em and passin' 'em, Pop
It's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, i'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, DayDay
Have you screamin' through mega like
"Mayday"
Who the fuck are you talkin' to, crazy?
If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me
The fuck is these niggas gon' get back?
Empty the clip, they shit wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field, watch him crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
40 Glock with a fifty clip
Get the addy, then I get him hit
I had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch
Uh, treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a
Finas, I leave her shit wet, aquafina
And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp' treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to niggas
I don't play wit' niggas
Got a bad bitch that'd tase a nigga
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, nigga
Woo back

Uh, the fuck wrong wit' dem pussy bwoy dem
Eh? Dem talk 'bout bombaclaat Rah
Swish and Pop Smoke, uh wah dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pussy deh, "Go suck ya mudda!"
(Go suck-go suck ya mudda)

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