Bruiser Brigade lyrics

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Bruiser, that's my crew
Bruiser, but don't forget the brew
MGDs and Colt 45s
But don't forget that Molson Ice

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I'm about to drink a Heineken (Heineken?)
I'm about to drink a Heineken (A Heineken?)
Met a white b*tch with a China friend (A China friend?)
She gon' slurp me and she gon' slurp my friends
Bruiser, that's my crew
Bruiser, but don't forget the brew
Coronas and Bud Ice
Don't forget the Miller High Life
We about to drink some PBR (Stop)
No bottles at the club, n*gga (n*gga), we at the bar (Stop)
UK n*ggas up in the pubs (Pub), they watching them soccer games (Swag)
We drunk as f*ck, n*gga (n*gga), we bumpin' Waka Flame (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Your b*tch, she wanna f*ck
Your b*tch, she wanna suck
What the f*ck you think she 'posed to do?
But if she f*ck me, she gotta f*ck the crew

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Bruiser, that's my crew
Bruiser, but don't forget the brew
MGDs and Colt 45s
But don't forget that Molson Ice
[Interlude: Dopehead]
Bruiser Brigade, b*tch
You ain't pullin' a n*gga di*k out and slappin' yourself with it
Throwin' this b*tch in your mouth, suckin' di*k with bubbles
f*ckin' all night and drinkin' protein shakes in the morning
Get the f*ck outta here

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of these ho-ass n*ggas (None of these ho-ass n*ggas)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of these ho-ass n*ggas (None of these ho-ass n*ggas)
I'm drunk as f*ck, might fire on one of these n*ggas (Fire on one of these n*ggas)
We drunk as f*ck, we might just jump these n*ggas (Yeah)
Bruiser, that's my crew
Bruiser, but don't forget the brew
We drink everything up on the shelf (Stop)
Now we hurlin' in the bathroom, I need some help (Stop)
But that's the life of a Bruiser n*gga (Bruiser n*gga)
Don't make me have to shoot a n*gga (Blaow)
b*tch, it's Bruiser Brigade (Bruiser Brigade)
b*tch, it's Bruiser Brigade (Bruiser Brigade)

[Verse 3: Dopehead]
I need some brain, I think I lost mine
I'm higher than Swizz Beatz' hairline
You always cake up then bake up, say what?
You rappers cuff and you fake as lace fronts
Dopehead hustle harder, n*ggas can't knock it
Super skinnies, loosies breaking in my back pocket
I slam a rapper headfirst like the Undertaker
Headbutt your whole skull in, n*gga, f*ck a hater
You soft as Elvin off the Cosbys
My n*ggas down to do a homi'
Bruiser Brigade and don't forget the brew
Stylin' on rappers since Northwestern High School
Callin' me ahead of my time is an insult
I don't need a pencil, this sh*t is all mental
You rappers are wack, mad as hell, and you bored as f*ck
I hit the stage, grab the mic, and do my Jordan shrug