Fetty Luciano
On The Wall
[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda and Fetty Luciano]
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor (Woo)
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (Woo woo woo woo)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (N***a we don't get along)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Ahh ahh ahh, woo, brr)
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor (Brains on the floor)
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (N***a he ain't make it far)
Me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (N***a we don't get along)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Ahh ahh ahh, brr)

[Verse 1: Fetty Luciano]
Gang is out, broad daylight, shells bangin' out (Woo)
Gang is out, you don't come outside 'less your gang is out (Gang is out)
With a .40 Glock, and some stankin' loud (And some stankin' loud)
You don't come outside 'less your gang is out (Unless your graow, gang gang)
Bitch the gang is out (Gang is out)
Free Rasha, let my haitians out (Free Rasha)
Glock with a 30, bitch the laser's out (Bow bow)
It's amazing now, I went the paper route (Shmoney)
Brains on the wall, brains on the wall (Put his brains on the wall)
If they outside, we gon' hit 'em all (N***a we gon' hit 'em all)
Brains on the wall, brains on the wall (Glllttt)
On the kitchen floor, bitch let's go to war (Bow bow)

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda and Fetty Luciano]
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor (Woo woo)
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (N***a he ain't make it far)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Hit 'em all)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Ahh ahh ahh, brr)
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (Make it far)
Me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Hit 'em all)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (ahh ahh ahh, brr)
[Verse 2: Fetty Luciano]
Difference is, I'm still with the shits, you ain't with the shits (Woo, no)
Listen bitch, I been reppin' bitch, since like '96 (Ayo C)
Listen bitch, I be on 95th, with like 90 Crips (Bow bow)
3 bros, got a 30 shot, that's a 90 clip (Bow)
They call the cops, I call my hots (I call my hots)
We got the drop, we spinnin' blocks (Spinnin' blocks)
We outta time, I need my watch (I need my watch)
But that Rollie don't tick-tock (No)
I want it y'all, he going out, call the coroner (Call the coroner)
We rolling up, your man's falling down, pick your homie up (Homie up)
Off the scene, pull your mask off, pull the stolie up (Skurt skurt, stolie up)
Everywhere I go, bitch we toolied up (Gllttbow)

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda and Fetty Luciano]
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor (Bah)
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (Make it far)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Hit 'em all)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Ahh ahh ahh, brr)
Brains on the wall, brains on the floor
He ain't even make it past the kitchen door (Make it far)
Me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Hit 'em all)
Nah, me and fuck n***as, we don't get along (Ahh ahh ahh, brr)

[Outro: Fetty Luciano and Monte]
Ayo Monte, shoot Monte
Y'know, I mean [?] right now
Shit crazy
Y'know, a n***a comin' home soon
Yeah
Yeah, talk that shit n***a
It's shmoney team n***a, the best team n***a
Fuck you talkin' bout n***a?
GS9, we too 9, ain't no muhfuckin' chill button n***a
Fuck you talkin' bout n***a? Yeah
Shmoney in the game
Yah, haha