• 標題:Brush Em
  • 歌手:Pop Smoke;Rah Swish
  • 專輯:Faith (Deluxe)
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
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    作词 : Bashar Jackson/Rahlique Devawn Wilks
    作曲 : Bashar Jackson/Andre Loblack/Rahlique Devawn Wilks
    (Pop Smoke & Rah Swish)
    Brokie, brokie
    9 shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, “Watch the shooter”
    Look, big 092MLBOA
    (Pop Smoke)
    GQ, you got a gun, n!gga, gun, n!gga? Me too
    Brodie gon’ what? Brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’ brush ’em
    Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’, rrr
    Diggin’ that Louis bag, Louis bag, nigga diggin’ 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
    F!ck all my opps, they get it worst
    My b!tch got the chop, sh!t in the purse
    Pull up on Rex, don’t even trip
    If I call Stretch, empty the clip
    Those not my opps, free Thano Brim
    The f!ck is Zanotti? N!gga a snitch
    Don’t get put on a shirt, watch n!ggas 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 f!ckin on opp’ b!tches
    Kick ’em and pass ’em to Pop, it’s too many to pick from
    Uh, say that, I’ll call a Ape for 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, Day-Day
    Have you screaming through mega like, “Mayday”
    Who the f!ck are you talking to crazy?
    If you don’t want no beef, n!gga, pay me
    The f!ck is these n!ggas gon’ get back
    Empty the clip, they sh!t wacked
    Take all the breesh, I got big packs
    Shoot through the V, make ’em sit back
    Uh, rumble
    Step on the field, watch ’em 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 50 clip
    Get the addy then I get ’em hit
    Had to shoot a n!gga for a mixy b!tch
    Uh, Treesha, shorty wan’ suck on my nina
    I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her sh!t wet, Aquafina
    And I got that p!ssy on F!ji
    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 n!ggas, I don’t play with n!ggas
    Got a bad b!tch that’ll tase a n!gga
    Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n!gga, Woo back
    (Pop Smoke)
    Uh, the f!ck wrong with dem p!ssy boy dem, eh?
    Dem talk ’bout bombaclot Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
    What da mean? Uh
    Tell ’em p!ssy dey, “Go suck ya mada!” (Go suck ya mada)