Danny Dee Beats - Brad Jordan lyrics

[Produced by Danny Dee Beats] [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] Yo now it's just me, my n***a Mikey D, gettin' throwed We was bangin' out some Masta P, on the road I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold They don't like it when you come direct, well f**, but Spottie bold Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I f** My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin' We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen When I slide back through your hood, b**h, just have a frozen, b**h [Hook] Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan Feel like I'm the f**in', feel like I'm Brad Jordan Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental In Houston, OPM on them p**y a** n***as Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental [Bridge: Isaiah Rashad] Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble Grippin', on another level, mothaf**a I feel like droppin' cla**ics, like the rucker And rappers be too pa**ive [Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci] It's just me, my brother Spottie, b**h, sit low I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4 n***as asking me too many questions, f**in' throwed Rob Da Vinci, Mike December we was losing, now we winnin' Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks, that Brandon Jennings Wear your crown and your pocket, or that sh**'ll come up missin' You that n***a but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business This for all my Eastside n***as who be eating, do no sleeping For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend And shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin' And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins And shout-out to my daddy, I'mma buy your a** a Bentley [Hook] Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan Feel like I'm the f**in', feel like I'm Brad Jordan Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental In Houston, OPM on them p**y a** n***as Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental [Bridge: Isaiah Rashad] Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble Grippin', on another level, mothaf**a I feel like droppin' cla**ics, like the rucker And rappers be too pa**ive [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] A bunch of bustas I'm on everybody's a**es, and this the notice And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice? And this the standard, uh f**in' bogus, uh You f**in' rappers, uh, it's just me and my n***a Mike D Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental In Houston, OPM on them p**y a** n***as Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental In Houston, OPM on them p**y a** n***as [Skit: Isaiah Rashad & Michael Da Vinci] I swear Lemme get a peach Faygo Bring the muthaf**in' frozen through b**h, man I told you so Ay yo, the piece, the piece, the piece and not in the, what they call it, the cans n***a Not that can sh**, not that can sh** Not the cans, I want a bottle n***a Get the bottle from motherf**in' right through the Wilcox Tunnel Bring that bottle right through there That peach kind? That peach kind Tell that b**h to bring me a strawberry kiwi, bring me a mothaf**in' frozen I need, I need one of those three for one bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos I prefer if you bought the popcorn The popcorn, the popcorn And if you can't bring the popcorn, bring the mothaf**in' hot fries And if you can't bring the hot fires, go ahead and bust that five out And bring me some Mapco chicken b**h Yeah, slam dunk and some Mapco