Pop Smoke - Brush Em lyrics

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Pop Smoke - Brush Em lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke & Rah Swish] Brokie, brokie Nine shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter" Look, big 092MLBOA [Chorus: Pop Smoke] GQ, you got a gun, ni**a, gun, ni**a? 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, ni**a 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 [Verse: Pop Smoke & Rah Swish] Big NBA, we did it first Watch what you say, you could get hurt fu*k 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 fu*k is Zanotti? ni**a a snitch Don't get put on a shirt, watch ni**as 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 fu*kin 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 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 broad day without it GDK and I don't even play about it Uh, uh, DayDay Have you screaming through mega like, "Mayday" Who the fu*k are you talking to crazy? If you don't want no beef, ni**a, pay me The fu*k is these ni**as 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 ni**a for a mixy b*tch Uh, treesha, shorty wan' su*k on my nina I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her sh*t wet, Aquafina And I got that pussy on Fiji 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 ni**as, I don't play with ni**as Got a bad b*tch that'll tase a ni**a Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, ni**a, Woo back [Outro: Pop Smoke] Uh, the fu*k wrong with dem pussy bwoy dem, eh? Dem talk 'bout bombaclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh Wah dem mean? Uh Tell dem pussy deh, "Go su*k ya mudda!" (Go su*k- go su*k ya mudda)