bris – license plate lyrics
[chorus]
drakey got numbers like a license plate
don’t box out tryna fade, we ain’t gone fight today
all i do is tap this trigger, take yo’ life away
if you wan’t that 1 on 1, then we gone isolate
hitman, they pay me give you smoke, like the weedman
gotta keep it true in these stories, i can’t pretend
come on throw yo shots, ‘lil brodie i got defence
and i’m in the field like marshawn, i be beastin’
[verse 1]
it’s hectic, to f+ck her up and down like a see+saw
free the d+dogs, in thе bounty need a 3+call
can’t let the team fall, hеre ridge take this meatloft
forever keep it ant, pop, and bub, ’till i meet yall
i can knock a hoe, when i see one i got center eyes
i ain’t trippin’ off a n+gga load it get vandalized
we the n+ggas from that gang, create candle lights
i just knocked the meat up out his bowl, seen his spanish fry
in the jungle with them monkeys, gorillas, and baboons
n+ggas always seen a duck load they hear that slam boom
do a drill for rollo mob but it ain’t fam goon
i just wanna leave fruitridge and go to camcoon
you don’t wanna join this game when i say free ticket
get this fully thang r+t+rded, it just keep spittin’
had to go and get me a b+tch, cause i don’t clean dishes
finna go under yo pic, cause he seen victims
[chorus]
this drakey got numbers like a license plate
don’t box out tryna fade, we ain’t gone fight today
all i do is tap this trigger, take yo’ life away
if you wan’t that 1 on 1, then we gone isolate
hitman, they pay me give you smoke, like the weedman
gotta keep it true in these stories, i can’t pretend
come on throw yo shots, ‘lil brodie i got defence
and i’m in the field like marshawn, i be beastin’
[verse 2]
steph curry f+cked one body, ‘tryna shoot a 3
40 kick back everytime, like ufc
you ain’t did none for the gang, how is you a g?
seen ling+ling with bling+bling and took his buddha piece
vote for me i’m the president, i ain’t bill clinton
fully thang, really r+t+rded because it’s still spittin
like roddy rich, keep double around my neck because im real rigid
and i ain’t hidin i’m on the sucka side, tryna k!ll a victim
prolly in a b+tch mouth if you ain’t seen me lately, weed inately
tell her swallow kids, she can eat these babies
you can catch me off the 4 cause it keep me lazy, weezy baby
ain’t no meet and greets, you can meet this drakey
when i blow, they always duck like i got bad breath
been doin’ drills for so long, i should be on maxpreps
ain’t no steppers in yo’ squad, you n+ggas half step
tried to send a crash dummy, and made his crash victim
[chorus]
this drakey got numbers like a license plate
don’t box out tryna fade, we ain’t gone fight today
all i do is tap this trigger, take yo’ life away
if you wan’t that 1 on 1, then we gone isolate
hitman, they pay me give you smoke, like a weedman
gotta keep it true in these stories, i can’t pretend
come on throw yo shots, ‘lil brodie i got defence
and i’m in the field like marshawn, i be beastin’
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