Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brainless, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brainless |
| Tell his mom I’m sorry, but when it rains |
| It’s nothin' but upper body shots to his frame |
| I’m, sonny done it for me, and got away |
| No chase, with the belly, now I got a bigger stomach on me |
| (No shame) I don’t wanna lose pounds |
| (No way) I don’t wanna lose out |
| (No pain, no gain) It's like being a black belt |
| Obama being president don’t mean it’s a black world |
| There ain’t no brotherly love |
| We ain’t brothers |
| We’re just the same colour, you cunt |
| Speak my name and I’ll dead that |
| Lead catch your head back |
| You’ve met your match and can bet that it’s a rap |
| I’m done summing you up |
| I’m the reason your boy’s baby mother threw up (eugh) |
| Bally on my face |
| Strally on the waist |
| She was like «you best go, my baby daddy’s on the way» |
| And I was like (So?), I was hoping he was home |
| What the fuck’s your baby daddy gonna say? |
| (Nothing) |
| Dirty Harry, four-five Cali is a bitch |
| I’m gonna leave his fanny on display |
| I’ll give it to him like charity’s the case |
| Tryna embarrass me’s a mistake |
| I’ll put him in the air and let gravity invade |
| hit him more, when he hit the floor how can he escape? |
| My enemies talk behind my back but they don’t say nothing when they see me |
| I’ll cock the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain’t easy (Wah gwan) |
| I’m naughty like that, some say I’m extremely |
| Dangerous, don’t be courageous, you may just end up brainless |
| I’m in a black hoodie with black bottoms and black gloves |
| With some black crepes, clutching a black snub |
| And you can catch slugs, in your chest or your face |
| It all depends on the time and the place |
| And I’ma keep gettin' money til I reside in the grave |
| I’m the truth I only lied in the case |
| But the judge still sent me inside of the cage |
| Where I stabbed some hench-niggas in the side of their face |
| It’s '09, I ain’t fighting with fists |
| See my goons ain’t shy with the knife or a stick |
| On bikes or in whips, I ain’t tryin' to slip |
| I’m just tryna get rich by supplyin' the bricks |
| But I still kick off doors and fly in the crib |
| And I don’t give a shit if I frighten your kids |
| Ninety a week, ninety a chick |
| I’m a gangsta forever |
| Pussy notice the life that I live |
| And the life that I’m livin is hard |
| But I can’t be broke, that’s why I spent a couple years behind bars |
| But when I get out, at 6:45 I will step out |
| Gucci jumpsuit, Frank Muller on my left hand |
| And you can try and eat me |
| But let me warn you there’s one in the head that I’m ready to just let out |
| I don’t mind bodying niggas but I just want the cake |
| I can shot you a queue or a box for like 28 |
| Give me an «O», like I’m leading the cheer |
| I’ll break it down, send it to the trap, put some me in the air |
| I’m hard, I’m crap |
| Time to be a billionaire, come on |
| The fact is Dot’m does rap sick |
| Got a spiderweb track, come on, get wrapped quick |
| I ain’t violent, so I ain’t worried about |
| But if you try, I’ll pull something it |
| That’s it turn your head back like a lighter with a |
| Burn your head black when I light it, matchstick |
| Come one, I roll with a four, plus I stretch; |
| I’m Mr. Fantastic |
| I move through that the scene on a mad tip |
| Brown to the green to the east I’m a aspen |
| And I get the keys out my captain |
| My food probably moving 'round your team like tactics |
| It’s just me being me, don’t chat shit |
| War time homie, more crime for me |
| How you real if you rolling with four or five phonies? |
| Four-five pro me, beam on the rooftop, shoot, you’ll be looking like a beamer |
| with his roof job |
| Niggas dreaming while they walkin on the road |
| Bro, you could be decent if you sorted out your flow |
| Now, me? |
| I mastered it |
| I’m due to be blowin' up like I was suicidin' in Ghaza Strip |