No Brayna

Duration

4:31

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Verse 1 (Kayzie) First I do the pull up, and then I get the sit up, Now every tyme I pull up, I make them groupies get up, I hop into my git up, the flannel with the quarter sleeves, You gon hit the store up please, you gon have to order these, You chase dimes, while I’m chillin with a quarter piece, Tell her bring a friend, pour ‘em up a quart a piece, But I don’t sip lean, I keep my whip clean, electronics, iTouch with the split screen, So I can watch the money, while its watching me, I make you move, why don’t you turn it up a notch and see, Instead of talkin down, I get haters all the tyme, that’s because I’m young and black and educated all combined, not a square, not a thug, I just walk the line, with a swag that will make all of the talk decline, if lyfe is transportation I’m pushing a car that im, pretty sure that will have you embarrassed when you park behind. Hook x2 Get It, Get it, Got it, Good, (No Brayna) Get it, Get it, Got it, Good, (No Brayna) It’s a (No Brayna) It’s a (No Brayna) Verse 2 (Mychael) Well first I hit the bench, and then I rock the punching bag, It’s nothing with a touching swag, Gucci, Visa, monthly pass, Paparazzi snapping trying to catch me pushing something fast, Stretch the dough professional, monthly plans to bungee cash, Yeah, you could exorcise those vector lights, Travel so much I can’t set the tyme, out of the jet to expect a dime, Many to choose from how could I lose ‘em, seize ‘em to leave ‘em upset and crying, But we don’t acknowledge, see those deposits, leave those to fall with next in line, Rich Yung with the leather pockets, 6 hundred just to let her pocket, Hits done with a better profit, she lemme put her husband in the center pocket, With that ease, exactly, I stack Gs, In fact, we relaxing in that suite, Yeah, I’m probably somewhere off on cloud 9, count gwop I doubts mine, thinking it’s about tyme. Hook x2 Verse 3 (Kayzie) Ok now, first I get the push up, then I hit the step up, You hating on me; what’s up? You trying to get you rep up, But you don’t wanna step up, that’s something I do not assume, Posted with a lot of goons, crib got a lot of rooms, Say she wanna ride as long as I supply the tunes, wanna see my Gucci plates and my Prada spoons, No Brayna, who hotter than me, and when I say that I’m a bachelor it’s not a degree, I’ll leave you sweating like your thermostats a hotter degree, But I don’t bench press so I aint got a spotter with me, And coach put me I the game and told me slaughter the D, Ill do the same to your track, for a moderate fee, I spit that organized sickness, that put me on your hit list, Ask them bout they favorite rappers rapper they gon pick this, They wonder what the trick is, cause haters cant depict this, If it aint Due Tyme playing, then its’ just ridiculous man.