Bris, Young Slo-Be - 21:42 lyrics

Ayy 4200 Gang ayy (ThisShitGoRacimo)
Bris ayy ayy

I'll burn a nigga down 'cause I clutch heat
('Cause I clutch heat)
Catch me on the top of bread like
Some lunch meat (On the bread)
I did drills and left shells
On the front seat (I left lead)
I ain't did skit's to the neck
I was one deep (Ayy, It's the gang)

Why he walkin' 'round the bity
Like he actin' tough? (City, city)
Like a car gettin' detailed
We finna touch him up (Get him, get him)
Sit him in my fuckin' chair so
I can line him up (Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm in the Southeast, nigga
We scared of what? (Ayy)



When you catch 'em by theyself
They always get confused
(Always get confused)
I keep stick on the daily
Gotta stick and move
(Gotta know how to move)
We gon' slide on the opps
Whether we win or lose
(Whether we win or lose)
Whoever out there gon' get it
Ain't no pick and choose
(That's on the gang)

Niggas scared on Pac Lane
Can't pass that stop sign (Ayy)
Can't call my main phone
'cause this the hotline (Ayy, ayy)
This nigga said he wanted half
And he got nine (Bitch)
Hope he don't plan on robbin'
'cause I got mine

Try and lick, my arm stiff
You see that hand motion
(You see that hand motion)
Couple pumps and then it drip
It look like hand lotion (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm in these streets, don't
Hit my phone, bro, When my fans postin'
(I'm in these streets)
He took that chicken out the oven
He heard that pan roasting (Ayy, ayy)

Like a laptop, this chop foldin' up
(Chop foldin' up)
Keep shittin' on these niggas
I got the bubble guts (Bubble guts)
Niggas think they slick
I know they heard of us (Ayy)
2100 gang, nigga, got your homie touched
(Ayy, damn)

Niggas talkin' out they mouth with
All that jaw jackin'
(With all that jaw jackin')
False move'll have my shooter
On your ball cap (On your head)
Shots ringin' on they side
Nobody called back (Brr)
Let me know if it's spunky
I'm with all that (Ayy)

Like an out of shape bitch
You ain't got no body
(You ain't got nobody)
We snuck the Draco in this bitch
You ain't scare nobody (Grrah)
You ain't been on one drill
You foolin' everybody (Foolin' everybody)
Niggas need trainin' like they goin' potty
(Ayy, ayy)

If lil' Bris in the building
He with Fruitridge (He with Fruitridge)
So Ridge, I done slid with forty-two sticks
(I done slid)
Niggas talk, but in person, never do shit
(On my mama)
Damu Bloods do whatever for them blue strips
(On Bloods)

Nigga, on my mama free the home team (Uh)
Strap on these helmets, we the dome team
(City, city)
Blowin' up my phone, what you want, P? (Brr)
I got your bitch here with it
But she won't leave (Ayy, city, city)

Why them niggas always stuck
They hear that K sparkin'?
(Hear that spark)
Baby Glock, stock clip hold James Harden
(Hold James Harden)
I instigate so I can shoot
When the fade startin'
(Hear that pah pah pah)
If i don't never leave my
Hood I'll probably stay starvin'
(Probably stay starvin')

This nigga broke, he ain't a chef
'cause he ain't make shit
Nigga, when I was broke, I had to take shit
(I had to take that)
Can't no nigga rob me, give him a facelift
(City, city)
Ayy, ayy, then we hop back in that spaceship
(Ayy, skrrt)

Fryin' pan on the Glicky
Gon' make pancakes (Gon' make pancakes)
Niggas snakes
Better quit it with them handshakes
(Better stop with that) hella hot
I hit they block and seen that fan break
(Hey) chopper sing like Drake fan
When we fan Drac'

Ayy, ayy, screen got me in my mood, nigga
(Got me in my mood, nigga)
We can't find the Hi Tech, but it's bool
Nigga (But it's bool, nigga)
We gon' keep uppin' the
Score, we can't lose, Nigga (Bah, bah, bah)
Ruler on me, go to school, nigga (Grrah)