Yomomma - What's brackin lyrics

[Hook] This beat deserves Hennessy, A bad b**h And a bag of weed. (2) This beat deserves Hennessy, A bad b**h And a bag of weed. (2) [Verse 1: Don Mohamed] Tissue paper rappers, man they bars full of that phony sh** See you over there girl You be on that lonely sh** Trustin in God, & working hard G-Shocks to Altamars We use to shop online, but now we buying out the mall Life's good, but sh** I had to struggle Before you through a hail-mary, boi Yo team gotta huddle Over coming all the hurdles Middle finger to them critics The sweetest feeling is telling them haters I did it (I DID IT) I'm working harder than ever before. Working on this music that'll put my team on tour Chosen, Deion Noir, a.k.a D.Noir & my clothes designed by my realest n***a Dior, not Dior n***a I only rock De'tour Tour De' Fashion weekend in the background as I give her pa**ion I'm Rollin (ROLLIN) Smokin (SMOKIN) Ballin (BALLIN) Tell em' n***as we all in [Hook] [Verse 2: D. Noir] Rappers rapping about they "Blowin Up" Celebrating minor change, acting like they done enough This the first chapter, better prove that you a factor Grammy night, tut it up, time for you to capture The limelight So grab tight and hold the crystal pressure Sweating turn the pressure into pleasure Every artist lesson Making dope music, exclusively from Heaven, uh Only 17, worth 700 G's Young king ballin, b**h I'm metta world peace Pockets so beast, screaming f** the police This some rich n***a sh** we the CEO of Greece De'Tour on my sleeve, while im touring over sea's Getting higher then this tree's that these young n***a's is burning Gettin head before cla** Another way of learning Stepped my level up ain't no point in me returning [Hook]