[Intro: BROLY500!]
Yeah, yeah
Young G

[Verse 1: BROLY500!]
Bitch we came in some twangers, pistols flailin', no cappin', bitch, we ragin', not playin'
Bitch, on my gang life, [?] no access like Tinker Tailor
While you was sippin' on Fiji, I was playin' with ouijas
He looked through the scope, I wonder who sees me
Costantine was with demons, you wonder why your son goes missing
I have not seen him, nor his body

[Verse 2: Bad Move]
Two tone shawty big body, kamikaze, leap!
If you feelin' froggy, sleep, if you feelin' groggy, bitch
I don't give a fuck about a n***a or his mommy
That's her seed, like a poppy and I'll even drop his Papi
If he think he solid, I might have to leave him soggy
No apology, no sorry, he get flattened like a latki
I'm the bomb, they call me Saki, chopper kickin' like karate
Hand sign shinigami, man dyin' if he try me
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Bad Move]
Where you think you going, boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute button, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy
[Verse 3: deadmantokyo]
BROLY!
I got five-hundred rounds in the drum
It's a bad move if he make a sound, boy, he dumb
I'm a square n***a, I don't fuck around
I'ma try angles on a n***a, then I X him out
Turn that n***a to a hashtag when I hit him with the pound
Bombs over Baghdad, I'ma make a lot of sounds
Chopper shells leave 'em crusty, 'cause that n***a is a clown
With my baseball bat, I might have to charge the mound

[Chorus: deadmantokyo]
Where you think you goin', boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute button, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy