Yuh Aye
Brrr

Whip out the chop and it go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr (Brr, fa)
Whip out my Glock and it go fucking Brrr, Brrr, brrr (Glock-9)
Pull up at your spot and i go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr

I got a cleaver he hang from the ceiling
I fucking eviscerate
All of the evidence stacked in the tub
Let that shit disappear let it fucking disintegrate
I, I got a chop bitch i cannot get stopped
And i'm catching you lacking on your fucking dinner date
Skrt down the block he get mo'fucking popped hold up bitch
You get shot then i fucking obliterate
77 my association
You might end up in the wrong situation
Keep talking shit then I leak your location
Lacing my dope and they like the creation
Smoking gas you can smеll the fucking fumes (God damn)
In the stu, who madе the beat? Esthetic Gloom (Esthetic Gloom)
Pulling up i'm in your crib i sweep the room (I sweep the room)
Your music whack that shit get swept up with the broom
(That shit is trash, Brrr)
Whip out the chop and it go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr (Brr, fa)
Whip out my Glock and it go fucking Brrr, Brrr, brrr (Glock-9)
Pull up at your spot and i go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Whip out the chop and it go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr (Brr, fa)
Whip out my Glock and it go fucking Brrr, Brrr, brrr (Glock-9)
Pull up at your spot and i go fucking brrr, brrr, brrr
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr