Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brazy Taxi, artist - Sada Baby.
Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brazy Taxi |
But I always blow the yellow light |
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) |
But I’m dressed in all this yellow, right? |
But I always blow the yellow light (Skrrt) |
But I’m dressed in all this (Hold up), ayy |
They keep telling me to slow down (Slow down) |
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light (Ayy) |
Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light (Nah) |
Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? |
Huh |
But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh |
And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me |
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh |
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty |
Huh, ah, Money take somethin', huh, huh |
DJ make that face, he 'bout to shake somethin', duh |
Huh, Money make that face, he 'bout to kill somethin', duh |
I think I’m a zombie, I don’t feel nothin', duh |
Rose gold, back from the dead, back on his head |
Whole lotta stacks on his head, racks on his head |
Booby trap on that ass, I can’t catch him last |
Boobie Miles on that ass, I can do it all |
If it’s Friday Night Lights, pass me the ball |
I don’t stop at red lights, won’t let 'em do me wrong |
Nan' nigga want the smoke, tell 'em prove me wrong |
His baby mama smell my cologne, she wanna do it raw, uh |
Huh, big dog, huh, Big Skub |
Huh, on 5 'nem grave, knock your shit loose, huh |
I don’t make no diss songs, I get physical, huh |
Make love to a bitch, block the number, leave her miserable, uh |
Pull up, nah, I’m high on drugs, deuce in a Town Club |
Bunch of bands and an ounce of crud, need the chronic, need the mud |
My opps weak as fuck, they know I’ll beat 'em up |
Dyin'-ass niggas ain’t even tough, mad at me for what? |
'Cause I’m that nigga, huh, I ain’t that nigga (What else?) |
See, I’m bomfortable, whole hood on my back, nigga (Aw yeah) |
Send them bullets at niggas, they look like they run track, nigga |
Can’t make me get on that nigga, just tell me where you at, nigga |
Can’t hang around me 'less you use a gun |
Ho nigga bleedin', we the reason that he losing blood |
My scammer get it easy, couple pieces, got the newest drugs |
Put them bitches on the rifles, get a rocket, I’m the rudest one |
Huh, ayy, them niggas body count ain’t like ours |
We been scoring all year, whole team all-stars |
Everybody shoot that bitch from a distance, from afar |
Everybody shoot that bitch up close, real personal |
We can shoot it any way, I’m just sayin', gang versatile |
Huh, I still got more keys than Percival |
Hold the chop any kind of way, it’s reversible |
If it’s up there, it’s stuck, nigga, better check your vertical |
They keep telling me to slow down |
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light |
Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light |
Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? |
Huh |
But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh |
And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me |
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh |
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty |
Huh, late night, huh-huh, my pay right |
Huh, I don’t stop at gas stations, half a tank right |
Huh, fuck the brake light, huh, play it safe, right |
Nah, stay dangerous, get a nigga scraped, right |
Huh, only gang, huh-huh, only squad |
Huh, SMO 'til the day that I die |
Every day go, nah, huh (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) |
Every day go by, I be ready for the turn-up |
Huh, hit the trap, get the work from my workers, uh |
Pick up the phone, tryna get a nigga murdered, uh |
He talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his corner (What else?) |
Talking brazy, we gon' leave him on his borner (Nigga, duh) |
You with that 'til you ain’t with that |
'Til a nigga pull up, now your people want some get-back |
Say you was in that 'til a nigga in that |
Huh, spend a band, we’ll do that shit again, jack |
Huh, say you on that, huh, 'til I’m on that |
Huh, shoot some shit of your body that won’t grow back |
Say you pressin', huh, 'til we press you |
That bullshit you keep tryna do, I won’t let you |
Skuba Steve back on that tip, mask off and shit |
Once we on your line, them apes ain’t never getting off your shit |
Shoot you in your eye, do it right before you crank |
Shoot him in the eye before he saw, I got baptized in Wocky water |
Bet I fuck somebody daughter, huh, you won’t catch me at the altar |
Bitch, I’m married to the culture, bitch, I’m married to the streets |
You don’t know what they did for me, they took care all my enemies |
They ride for me, on side for me, you goddamn right they friend of me |
You goddamn right they kin to me |
Huh, Skilla Baby my mini-me |
Gon' turn up, be a bigger me |
He Southwest T, I’m Big Meech |
On the same shit like symmetry |
On the same shit, that’s bymmetry |
Fuck an old bitch, now the same bitch like, «You remember me? |
I know you do» |
(Aw yeah) |
My bitch say she don’t wanna fuck, huh, I know you do, huh |
Get more money, then hurt people like I’m supposed to do |
Driving full speed ahead, watch the motor move |
I ain’t even hit the NOS yet, I been broke the rules |
They keep telling me to slow down |
Mmm, uh, but I always blow the yellow light |
Can’t let them niggas catch me lacking at the red light |
Like it’ll make them niggas' day if I be dead, right? |
Huh (Aw yeah) |
But I ain’t dying, huh, and they ain’t sliding, huh |
And I ain’t hiding, cappin' if they say they can’t find me |
Might commit a hate crime, huh, 'cause I hate slime, huh |
From the baseline, up and under, do a nigga shiesty |
Ayy, aw yeah |
Ayy, ayy |
Oh, let’s go |
Ayy, aw yeah |