EKT 40

"Talkin’ Brazy*"

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Whoa
1400, 800
You ain't nothin'
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On that raw raw sh*t (Raw, raw)
Talkin' brazy, but they 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Yeah, yeah)
Out his mouth and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Bah, bah)
At his house and got his house smacked (Yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout and got his life snatched

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woo), n*gga, you dead (Dead)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Runnin' from the feds, bad b*tch give me head, [?]
She do what I say, she ride di*k like sled
She like [?], she ride with the set
I like flexing, diamonds on my neck
Blue water baguettes, with the TEC, hit you in your neck
Draco, draco, AK, AK, AK
With the K, I spray-spray
Blow a n*gga [?] brain

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On that raw raw sh*t (Raw, raw)
Talkin' brazy, but they 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Yeah, yeah)
Out his mouth and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Bah, bah)
At his house and got his house smacked (Yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout and got his life snatched

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & EKT 40]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yee), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woo), n*gga, you dead (Dead)

[Verse 2: EKT 40]
n*gga you dead, [?] shoot some shots at your head
I'm with my shooter, go come get that bread
b*tch is gon' die for this sh*t [?]
Her n*gga mad with that diss and he almost died
Shot up his ride...
...n*gga with the fire
Look at my teeth, b*tch, you know that they shinin', ho
I had the Rollie on, just got the Audemars
I swear, we catchin' em' out, we gon' kill em' all
I got two killers with me, they gon' get it all
n*gga went straight for the fame (Can't post now)
n*gga gon' reach for my chain (He a ghost now)
Then he got hit with the flame (That's a .45)
He thought that I was a lame (Now he know now)
I don't know what the f*ck that lil n*gga was thinkin'
I swear he gotta be brainless
I swear the rappers and n*ggas forgot I was dangerous
Now he gon' leave that sh*t stainless

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On that raw raw sh*t (Raw, raw)
Talkin' brazy, but they 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Yeah, yeah)
Out his mouth and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah)
You was talkin' brazy (Bah, bah)
At his house and got his house smacked (Yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout and got his life snatched

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah, you dead (Dead)

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