P.R.E.M.E.

Look, yeah, palms sweatin' on that gun-handle I smoke shit I hope my lungs can handle I was smokin' dutches at the time, I ain't f*ck with bamboo And I ain't fuckin' with no bitches that my niggas ran through Look, don't let your niggas amp you, yeah, cause that could be the cause of death All I got is my word and my balls left, this is raw flesh This work be movin' fast, you tryna cops, I only got four left I was trappin' out my momma's doorsteps I know some niggas who be wildin', I know some pussies who be drivin Them niggas talkin' like they slidin', I ain't tryna condone the violence When I'm in court, I keep it silent, if you play the streets, you got to know the rules I been around the coldest dudes, when I aim, I even hold it smooth And I move like a soldier do, they still waitin' for Brandon to drop a tape It's overdue, this weed got me fuckin' up my lungs, like what COVID do This is for you pussies, I'm exposin' you, don't let the hype fool you I can put this knife through you, and I go to war with bears and lions Y'all niggas fight poodles , this goes out to niggas who like to dick ride You gon' be surprised when you see your own niggas switch sides Get here to try to blame me if you want, so let that bitch fly Need two hands to hold this ratchet, that's a big size Reason my bitches won't never leave me, cause my dick size Niggas still mad, they in the kitchen, tryna flip fries This why, I'm be in' my grizzly, lookin' this fly, bitch fly