Brokezy - Drowning Lyrics

They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like im buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up
Fucking with me
Is like fucking with nothing
Hitting your head
Like concussion
Run up on me
And we starting combustion
Turn nothing to something
Fat ass bitches be running
Running they mouth like a track meet
Bitch, you cannot surpass me
I got my name tatted on her ass cheek
I hope you see that shit when your tapping bitch!
What is you doing?
Like Nike I do it
Run up on me and we skip to conclusions
I don't care about what the fuck you be doing
Magic Mike on this track no Illusions
Passed her around on the bed like a blunt
Cause she is the toy that we keep using
My bitch is a Lambo yo bitch is a fusion
Fucking with gang gon cause a collusion
Who said I can stop?
I'm not at the top
So, all of my haters
They think Imma flop
But they get pissed
Every time I don't drop
They pissed every time I don't talk
Cause all my words that I use is fancy
Got the tools on me Handy Manny
Run up on me and that Choppa go dancing'
The shit that i talked
Bitch you better believe it
Ice on my neck
So imma keep skiing
Choppa on me bout leave that boy leaking
Pick him up put him down he ain't breathing
So, bitch you better give me a second
I'm 16 years old already a legend
Glock with the new Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck with us cause this the shootout section
Bitch
They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like im buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up
They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like I'm buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up

They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like im buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up
Fucking with me
Is like fucking with nothing
Hitting your head
Like concussion
Run up on me
And we starting combustion
Turn nothing to something
Fat ass bitches be running
Running they mouth like a track meet
Bitch, you cannot surpass me
I got my name tatted on her ass cheek
I hope you see that shit when your tapping bitch!
What is you doing?
Like Nike I do it
Run up on me and we skip to conclusions
I don't care about what the fuck you be doing
Magic Mike on this track no Illusions
Passed her around on the bed like a blunt
Cause she is the toy that we keep using
My bitch is a Lambo yo bitch is a fusion
Fucking with gang gon cause a collusion
Who said I can stop?
I'm not at the top
So, all of my haters
They think Imma flop
But they get pissed
Every time I don't drop
They pissed every time I don't talk
Cause all my words that I use is fancy
Got the tools on me Handy Manny
Run up on me and that Choppa go dancing'
The shit that i talked
Bitch you better believe it
Ice on my neck
So imma keep skiing
Choppa on me bout leave that boy leaking
Pick him up put him down he ain't breathing
So, bitch you better give me a second
I'm 16 years old already a legend
Glock with the new Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck with us cause this the shootout section
Bitch
They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like im buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up
They tell me to run it up
I got the bands to double up
No fucking double cup
I got enough of the bread
To pour it up
Gotta find me like I'm Mario Judah
Platinum to gold like I'm buddha
Don't fuck with me
Cause I fuck with them shootas
That run up inside of your house
While I'm counting the blues up