Brainless (feat. 8xclsv)

Niggas tryna act like they know me you don't know Robin unless you was starving with him, Niggas was fanned out now trying to act like opps, I don't feel like I gotta get him He ain't a comedian, must have had Marvin with him, I'm leaving if she don't got Grabba with her, I go over bricks like I'm Bob the Builder I got a hammer like Bob the Builder, Nigga was lucky his momma was with him, told brodi chill, he was still trying to hit him, Said he gon' knock off his hat like that shit didn't fit him Get rid of him, ain't no case without a victim, So I'm starving, klonopins kickin I'ma just go to the strip and I dont got my grip, but I take that risk Bad lil' bitch keep telling me pull up, I think she's tryn line me, but, I'm still gon' bring my grip and take that risk, And you ain't gon' do it cause, boy, you a bitch You ain't got no emotion and you lame as shit, And I won't eat a pig, but I'll kill a pig, You see how crazy it get Pick out of 3 hoes, I got it like that, Bitch, you got all them guns, who you gon' shoot em at You say you got shooters, where your shooters at How he was strapped, but he ain't shoot it back, How I catch you lack I thought you movin tack, Ha-ha, fuck around, get you attacked cus I went and got me a tek, And this shit'll blow your whole fuckin' head back, And my niggas don't play like that, You run off with a bag, we gon' get you right back I just walk in stacks with that, Spend a couple racks, don't even look at the tags, I know that boy mad, mad, mad, cause I took the first hold and he had It's okay cause I get a bitch back, Cause she ass give a neck and that bitch wasn't bad, Like, what the fuck, bitch, you know I ain't wasting no time I kicked her out the crib, she said I'm out of line, Speaking of lines, I think I need a line or two, Fuck, that deuce pass me the pint Only got small ass sprites, so maybe I'll just go back to the lines, All my old bitches hit me up like, How you doing, bitch, I'm doing fine Bitch, I can never go back to the basics, My money stand up to your face, Like, how she gon' ask for a link, I had to tell the bitch you laced My brother a demon, he don't even talk too much, You can see that shit in his face, If I catch you don't run, I'm gon' pick up the pace Now his man's pulled up already, too late, Look like me on my knocker, gon' have a long day, He lives at the apartment, I camp out the gates When he come outside, I send him to the gates, He was talking all that, like, smoking on free base, Told you I'm not the one to play, bitch Look, bro, I got the drop from the bitch, so how we gon' play this, I put a beam on the gun, so when we walk down, we really ain't going to aim shit Fuck it, he in the whip, we pull up, flip that bitch and leave his block famous, I've been popping beans gotta stop, I've been acting brainless