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yg - go brazy lyrics

[intro: mustard & yg]
ayy, g, it’s time to set the streets back on fire, f+ck peace
n+gga, we just re’d up
three
4hunnid
b+tch
y’all already know how who i am, right?
(mustard on the beat, ho)
here we go, let’s go, oh

[chorus: baby stone gorillas & mustard]
ayy, go brazy
don’t raise your hand if you ain’t got no motherf+ckin’ foreign (d+mn)
skate the b+tch, looked at other b+tches, she got boring
salute them super nasty b+tches that be h+rny (sheesh)
grab my phone, i gotta go, 8 in the mornin’ (ayy)
i ain’t your n+gga or that simp that you used to (right)
my n+gga, this the gang that post+parliam’ got his head shot
i’m from the j’s and we ain’t ever did no leg shots

[verse 1: baby stone gorillas]
that n+gga start beef, but he ain’t bummin’ to that land mark
i love the semi+auto, i can tote it, grip it and spark
slide through the set like y’all active and we rippin’ cards
a whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies
my skin f+cked up and broke out from the lead probably
i hit your b+tch, amiri, i put her to bed properly
i got the thing with twin turbo’s, well, this the benz or audi?
my n+gga saucy with the plays, but ain’t no way around it
jay’s, jay’s, go brazy
she let me beat it up in the foreign, i go brazy
h+lla bad and she freaky, i called her my lil’ baby
said she really ’bout it, ’bout it, told her let me see her bodies
b+tches only hit me up because they see a n+gga poppin’
in the gutter with the thugs, totin’ pistols like they rockets
like, d+mn, i never think i’d be who i am
f+ck, but i can’t be your n+gga, i’m just sayin’
[chorus: baby stone gorillas]
ayy, go brazy
don’t raise your hand if you ain’t got no motherf+ckin’ foreign
skate the b+tch, looked at other b+tches, she got boring
salute them super nasty b+tches that be h+rny
grab my phone, i gotta go, 8 in the mornin’ (ayy)
i ain’t your n+gga or that simp that you used to
my n+gga, this the gang that post+parliam’ got his head shot
i’m from the j’s and we ain’t ever did no leg shots

[verse 2: yg]
headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (headshot)
enemy gon’ bash and that’s a whole lot of dead opps
all that talkin’ brazy got your man got
the opps lil’ boys, put ’em in a sandbox
fn c+cked, i be totin’ big sh+t (fire, fire)
yeah, you got gloves, but you ain’t never did sh+t (nah)
we don’t take ls lightly, that’s b+tch sh+t
so, yeah, we gon’ double back for that slim sh+t (skrrt)
hit your block, hop out, walked in, do it up
ain’t n0body hangin’ out, f+ck it, still shoot it up
rude as f+ck, you ain’t do enough, don’t talk to me (don’t talk)
braindead, bled out, shot up in his artery (his artery)
really from the gang, this sh+t a part of me
i ain’t never need a pass, n+ggas never pardoned me
tree top gang on the toilet, t+piru, dimu’
blood n+gga from all the three
[chorus: baby stone gorillas, baby stone gorillas & yg]
ayy, now go brazy
don’t raise your hand if you ain’t got no motherf+ckin’ foreign
skate the b+tch, looked at other b+tches, she got boring
salute them super nasty b+tches that be h+rny
grab my phone, i gotta go, 8 in the mornin’
i ain’t your n+gga or that simp that you used to
my n+gga, this the gang that post+parliam’ got his head shot
i’m from the j’s and we ain’t ever did no leg shots

[outro]
just re’d up 3, b+tch

- yg lyrics

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