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Brush Em by Pop Smoke Brokie, brokie
9 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 go what, brodie gon' back out
Brodie gon' brush 'em

Look, Brodie gon', Brodie gon', Rrr
Dig in that Louie bag, Louie bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffel

Brodie gon' back out cut 'em
Brodie gon', "Woo"
I'll bet Moe gon' shoot

Said, "I'm big 092"
Know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give him the boot

I keep me a Glock
Shoot out the roof
Two .38s
Three .22s

Big NBA
We did it first
Watch what you say
You could get hurt

f**k with my opps
They get it worse, my b**ch got the chop
sh*t in her purse

Pull up with racks
Don't even trip
If I call Stretch
Empty the clip

Those not my opps
Free Dano Brim
f**k is a Notty
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 the boy up
Then I reverse

Brodie got locked for the chop
I lost four of my straps got to go get a fifth one
I be f**king on opp b**ches
Kick em and pass em to Pop there's too many to pick from

Ah, 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 a day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it

Ah, ah, there it is
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the f**k are you talkin' to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me

When the f**k if these niggas gon' get back?
Empty the clip, they sh*t whack
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back

Ah, rumble
Step on the field, watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in the puddle
I back out, I 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 nigga for a mixy b**ch

Huh, Tricia
Shorty gon' suck on my Nina
I pull up like Ace and they fiend us
I leave her sh*t wet, Aquafina

And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
We spinning pull up with like three V's
Ah Tricia, she dying to eat me

I don't talk to niggas, I don't play with niggas
Got a bad b**ch that'll tase a nigga
Stone cold, blue flag
09 to the A nigga, woo back

Ah, f**k 'round with dem pussy boy dem
Eh, dem talk 'bout bombaclat ras' with song Pop Smoke
Uh, o dat mean?
Uh, tell dem pussy they go suck ya' mother
Go suck ya' mother