brezden - get a name lyrics
[intro: your stepdad]
(okay, rodz)
gang
ayy, ayy, gang
ayy, ayy
[verse 1: your stepdad]
b+tches come and go, i come inside of mine, she got protection (d+mn)
n+ggas made a flow, no 9 to 5, but somehow n+ggas stressin’
mama told me stressin’ for the book when we was broke as f+ck (d+mn)
all my b+tches open up to me, they dads ain’t close enough (close)
b+tch want me to poke her up, but i’m just tryna smoke this blunt
bad b+tch tryna jerk me up, she touch my head, perk me up
i ain’t never did no percs, the perks of being a rapper suck
can’t maintain— d+mn, gang, ayy
can’t maintain a b+tch in fame, i hate that i’m thе chosen one
n+ggas copy flow to get a namе, but still ain’t close enough (d+mn)
[verse 2: brezden]
tryna get my name, you can’t never be like brezden, b+tch
how the f+ck this b+tch start l!ckin’ on me? i ain’t settle it (what?)
yeah, my pockets blue, it’s like they rolling, they ain’t set a pic
b+tch, i bet a brick i’m gon’ blow, it was never quick
don’t know what y’all mean when y’all be talkin’, i ain’t seven six
i got b+tches, they like bad dads, they ain’t there for me
she just wanna smoke and take this d+ck, she don’t care for me (d+mn)
she be in my head, so when i pull, it take some hair with me
bad b+tch, she tryna f+ck me, i’m just tryna bump this lucky
b+tch, i’m fried, where my chicken? i ain’t talkin’ ’bout kentucky
i can’t rodney with these b+tches, why they actin’ like we stuckey?
my ex+b+tch like oj simpson, she keep sayin’ she gon’ cut me
she say “you a rapper”, let’s get benihanas, she got buck+ees
[interlude: brezden]
it’s crazy ’cause like, since i’ve been rappin’ and sh+t, these b+tches, they hit me up like—
just, just seeing how much they could get up out me, but
i guess they don’t know they ain’t gettin’ sh+t (what?)
[verse 3: brezden]
how the f+ck could i trick on a b+tch and watch my granny struggle? (how?)
she was mad that i ain’t playin’ for college, but i plan to hussle
i just bought this b+tch a plan b, but i don’t plan to love her
i got two bad b+tches on me, i feel like danny glover
hit her with that glove ’cause i’m safe like i’m ricky h
she gon’ give me face, but she fake, she like kimmy k
that lil’ b+tch got cake, but it’s hate all up in her heart
[?], ’cause it’s smoke, i had to hit the park
love it when it’s dark, and i like my b+tches melanated
we just smoked the dog t+rd, this sh+t got me h+lla faded
elevated, i take elevator to the top suite (what?)
dedicated and she educated when she taught me
top speed, b+tch, i’m tyreek, you can’t stop me
stop, please, tryna steal my flow, you are not me
you don’t get p+ssy, boy, please stop watchin’ top g
bloof, blowin’ cookies, boy, switchin’ to that za zee (exotic), ayy
and i might need a da
’cause i keep k!lling all these beats, i’m makin’ hits like d.a
b+tch, the weed i’m blowin’ strong, it could bench like three plates
how i seen her in her thong, and we ain’t been on no dates?
and i don’t even like these b+tches, i just hate to be lonely
i need some living touch ’cause all these dead faces be on me
i’m gettin’ super geeked as soon as i wake up in the morning
you tryna steal my flow, then get a flow, we won’t ever know it (ha)
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