Brennan Jones - RIP Corbin
[Intro]
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Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
These boys like to talk on Twitter, but they won't pull up and get it
Yeah, how could I be bitter? Look at this money I'm gettin'
And I skrrt off with three sixes, I got three bitches with me
Yeah, made a ho sing like Whitney, I just been countin' these fifties
My bitch went through my phone, she ain't like what she seen, now she tryna hit me
And these people seen a lil' white boy takin' off, now they tryna diss me
Oh, you don't like me? That's cool, but you'd never fight me
They see lil' Brennan Jones swag, now they tryna bite me
My bitch seen me with that other bitch and now she crying
I grew up in Jacksonville, lil' boy, every day, people were dying
Rest in peace my brother Corbin, they did that boy sad, man
That's why I don't be dissin', I know games, I ain't tryna go out bad, man
That's why I be stayin' in my own lane, I'm tryna get these racks, man
And me and Edward pop out, we move like Batman
Boy, go on 'head, send that drop now, I'm 'bout to blast him
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', it's in the past tense
And I was fuckin' on your bitch while you was nappin'
Don't try and shake my hand, you ain't gettin' no dap in
Go 'head and talk your shit, I ain't worried 'bout that cappin'
Wish that boy would pull up on me so I could put a cap in him
Bitches seen the money comin', yeah, I know it's attractin' them
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, boy, yeah, my pockets weigh a ton
I play with these sticks like they toys, I like playin' in the mud
I grew up in the swamp, lil' boy, where I'm from, we shoot for fun
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Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
These boys like to talk on Twitter, but they won't pull up and get it
Yeah, how could I be bitter? Look at this money I'm gettin'
And I skrrt off with three sixes, I got three bitches with me
Yeah, made a ho sing like Whitney, I just been countin' these fifties
My bitch went through my phone, she ain't like what she seen, now she tryna hit me
And these people seen a lil' white boy takin' off, now they tryna diss me
Oh, you don't like me? That's cool, but you'd never fight me
They see lil' Brennan Jones swag, now they tryna bite me
My bitch seen me with that other bitch and now she crying
I grew up in Jacksonville, lil' boy, every day, people were dying
Rest in peace my brother Corbin, they did that boy sad, man
That's why I don't be dissin', I know games, I ain't tryna go out bad, man
That's why I be stayin' in my own lane, I'm tryna get these racks, man
And me and Edward pop out, we move like Batman
Boy, go on 'head, send that drop now, I'm 'bout to blast him
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', it's in the past tense
And I was fuckin' on your bitch while you was nappin'
Don't try and shake my hand, you ain't gettin' no dap in
Go 'head and talk your shit, I ain't worried 'bout that cappin'
Wish that boy would pull up on me so I could put a cap in him
Bitches seen the money comin', yeah, I know it's attractin' them
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, boy, yeah, my pockets weigh a ton
I play with these sticks like they toys, I like playin' in the mud
I grew up in the swamp, lil' boy, where I'm from, we shoot for fun
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