John Counselman - Brittany lyrics

COMING SOON [Verse One] Look I be ridin in my own hood n***as trynna screw yuh Nobody can touch me, my n***as will beat yuh I got my own ways, everyday's a different day One day somebody get shot, that's his day We be ridin like the president is our case Don't try to mess with us, we self made We got our weapons, we guard our sports cars We be smokin weed, like we got our own farm I got shooters from the side that wanna bump with me I got n***as locked up, free my n***as please RIP rapping Pro team playing I got Sqad Up n***as And we g**ning No shootin guns; missing, no always got head range on em Why you cryin momma? Why you trappin n***a? You a p**y n***a You just got shot n***a [Hook] Cause ima boss Call the cops Like I'm gonna give a f** Cause ima boss Call the cops Like I'm gonna give a f** L-like I'm gonna give a f** L-like I'm gonna give a f** [Verse Two] I don't really play Money ain't a game Shoot you in your face, make you go away Always shootin sh** And I never miss Lookin for your b**h Cause she got a donk Take her for a trip, show her how I work She hit the tapout She hit the blackout She hit rehab For smokin too much weed But she wasn't smokin weed She just had too much dick Made her crazy Lucky she wasn't my b**h Face down, a** up, damn so good So I made her mine Like last night I heard the next day that she made you cry