Lil Bra lyrics

[Verse: Hunxho]
Five o’clock, he just hit the block to get his lil dawg (ProtegeBeatz)
Hundred thousand a piece, yea, capeesh, they got one job
Gas station, he picked up his dawg, they got chopsticks
Told his dawg, "Don’t get inside the car if yeen gone pop sh*t"
"Take this, gloves on, and wear that black mask"
Told 'em, "Hell nah bra, I got my hoodie and my red flag"
Now it’s six o’clock, they get to rollin' down the street
Bra ain’t really trippin', this his third job this week
They roll up a blunt, they gotta get high, they gotta smoke one
The demons in his head all the time, hе gotta smoke sum
6:39, they get to rollin' past thе spot
This one gon' be hard cuz they see hoes, in and out
But lil bra don’t give no f*ck, they play, them hoes gettin' popped
Lil bra, he say he wanna rob 'em, but he know he 'sposed to kill ‘em
They don't even need bags, he told lil bra to shut the f*ck up, wear his ski mask
I hope you ready, n*gga, cuz we finna drive back
That n*gga pull up at the spot, and I'm shootin' out the window, hope you know we hoppin' out
They get to creepin' up, make sure you checkin' your surroundings, nobody seein' us
Lil bra stop tryin' me, you know this ain’t my first job
And plus he know the n*gga they killin', he crossed 'em, John Wall
Before they made it to the door, some shots came through the wall
Lil bra ain’t playin, he hittin' back, that n*gga gettin' off
Big bra was tripping, he got hit up, hit 'em in his top
Lil bra out there by his self, he got to rockin' out
But sh*t got harder, cuz them n*ggas started poppin' out
Lil bra had got behind the car, he had to reload
Came up out that b*tch like scarface, n*gga, free smoke
Hit the first n*gga, made 'em drop
Then he caught the second n*gga, tryna crawl back in the spot
He finna walk down, the n*gga beggin' for his life he like, "I got a child"
Lil bra say he don't give no f*ck, this sh*t here do or die
He hit the n*gga in his top and watched him bleed out
Lil bra ran to the car, hopped in, speed out
He see the police comin' up the street, he do the dash
He bent the curb on them folks, f*cked round, did 'em nasty
And plus he shootin' while he drivin', he done made 'em crash
That sh*t crazy 'cuz lil bra done f*cked round, got away
He hit the n*gga up and told 'em, "Dawg I need that cash"
"Did you kill ‘em?" "I’m like Levi Jeans all on his ass"
He pulled up on the n*gga, he had got a hundred racks
And I need that other money, 'cuz I can’t get my n*gga back