Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bracking, artist - Bandgang Lonnie BandsDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bracking |
| Was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline |
| Lemon squeeze, already stocked on that XD |
| Tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys |
| Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets |
| Seen a hundred G’s way before a rap check, huh |
| I paid twenty-one for these Roxys, nigga, blackjack, huh |
| I don’t get sleepy, I put opps to nap nap |
| Ain’t pay to get you popped, I just gave my dawg a hand dap |
| Huh, I’m the motherfuckin' general, it get critical |
| Boy, you know it’s surgical if I gotta get physical |
| My dawgs into takin' souls, they so spiritual |
| And yeah, I’m still sellin' hoes, they fuck for a slip or two |
| Huh, I think I’m Skuba Steve, surf down your block with these .223s, huh |
| Ain’t no future in your front, and I’m like MT, breathe |
| I’m gon' walk up on your ass, I don’t need no infrared beam |
| Huh, BG, SG, huh, WSP |
| Slide to your hood just to threaten niggas, huh |
| Nah, I’m cappin', get to scrappin', get to stretchin' niggas, huh |
| Put that money on your head or we could bet it, nigga, huh |
| Poody got me out my contract, I’m pressin' niggas |
| And who gon' check a nigga? |
| Huh, disrespect a nigga, hah |
| I be done left a nigga, huh, right where I met a nigga, hmm |
| Dump the extras out the clip for any extra nigga, huh |
| Law and Order with that bop, he a special victim |
| I pop three Percocets to sex them bitches |
| We sell bricks in my trap to bless the business |
| Water gun a whole crime scene, we wet the witness |
| Especially if them niggas look like they gon' get to snitchin', huh |
| R.I.P. |
| to Kobe Bryant, know the game gon' miss him, huh |
| He probably came helicopter avoid you lame niggas |
| I be done came at you, tried to shoot you in your face with it |
| I be done came on your bitch ass and her face with it, ooh |
| Freaky Kuz’ll fuck you up, I ain’t gon' play with it, huh |
| Red bandana my right leg, know I stay with it, mmh |
| Up and under, baseline, Doctor J with it |
| Pull up in a rental with the drank and the Dracs in it, huh |
| Was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline |
| Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys |
| Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets |
| Hey, was brackin' P’s, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline |
| Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys |
| Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets (Huh, hey) |