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lil skydie - chop the brain lyrics

[intro]
neilaworld
bugz on the beat

[chorus: yung bans]
yeah, chop the brain, huh, huh
i just pulled up in his hood and chopped the brain, huh, yeah
if a n+gga try the gang, chop his brain
no, me and you, no, you and i, we not the same
i walk around, i’m screaming, “money ain’t a thing”
just spent a half a hundred thousand, johnny dang
he in a swisher, they gon’ smoke him like a strain
don’t talk to pillows, we just go against the grain

[verse 1: yung bans]
slime n+gga, ra chop, chop block
bright red ferrari, california, drip like hot sauce
every day a n+gga pray they knock my opps off
n+ggas steady goin’ ape, then i’m going hard
hey, push up in that wraith and i bet she stop
she gon’ [?] my place if i break her heart
i just bought a new estate, feel like tony stark
all these sticks up in my place, i could start a war

[chorus: yung bans & lil skydie]
i just pulled up in his hood and chopped the brain, huh, yeah
if a n+gga try the gang, chop his brain
no, me and you, no, you and i, we not the same
i walk around, i’m screaming, “money ain’t a thing”
just spent a half a hundred thousand, johnny dang
he in a swisher, they gon’ smoke him like a strain
don’t talk to pillows, we just go against the grain
let’s go, skrrt
[verse 2: lil skydie]
we chopped his brain (his brain)
we chopped him lame (him lame)
i+i just f+cked that b+tch (that b+tch)
l+let’s f+ck her again (d+mn)
he cappin’ a lot (a lot)
h+hit ’em wit that cain (cain caian)
he played with us (he played us)
and died slain (slain slain)
they hating on me, that’s weird, i don’t give a f+ck b+tch
she smokin’ on me, on d+ck, i ain’t smokin’ sh+t
ma+my choppa on me, yung bans and tracy on weed
ra+ra+ridin’ in a ‘rari i just got a need for speed

[verse 3: lil tracy]
okay, ridin’ in a ‘rari (in a ‘rari)
i just f+cked this n+gga’s b+tch, my bad i’m sorry (my bad i’m sorry)
then he went and took her back, boy, you so sorry (boy, you so sorry)
i just spent like eighty racks right at the barney’s (yeah, yeah)
fresh to death, i’m rocking hermes in the grave (in the grave)
i don’t care about my ex, i act like i don’t know her name (know her name)
ccs on my neck, got chanel right on the chain (right on the chain)
oh my god, i’m blessed, got crosses tatted on my face (okay)
she ain’t wanna do whatever i wanna do
i got her suckin’ on my d+ck right in the living room (in the living room)
said, she ain’t wanna do whatever i wanna do (i wanna do)
she might, suck on my d+ck while i’m in the booth (okay, okay)
i got hoes that don’t speak english, we can’t even talk (we can’t even talk)
i been grinding for a minute, call me tracy hawk (yeah, yeah)
all these rocks inside my watch, it got these n+ggas salt (okay)
i been splurging out at saks, don’t care what it cost (okay)

- lil skydie lyrics

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