Bash Brothers

Bash Brothers - Futuristic lyrics

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[Verse--Ray]

Yea you know what it is

Come to your house

And I come to your crib

A-K 47 rippin' off some fuckin' hollow tips

And when I bust you better duck

Cause they coming live

Little bitty bullet

But I bet it takes 100 lives

We stay on the grind

Stackin' paper from 9 to 9

I'm looking for a dime

So you nines don't need to waste my time

I'm still packin' 9

Oh yea it be more than 9

Make you go blind

But it'll have your body feelin' fine

You musta lost your mind

Thinking I ain't lost my mind

I'm telling you bitch

Fuck with me and I will break your spine

I throwing bombs

Shooting cannons

Watch me lock and load

Futuristic guns with a big ass futuristic scope

And you already know

Bullets headed for your dome

6 feet deep

Momma cryin' at the funeral home

Now watch me get it

Gone get it you can get it son

Party pack or purple pack

We can't even get rid of 'em

You make it rain

My nigga I make it thunderstorm

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee

And man my niggas be ready to swarm

Nigga I'm hot

You niggas warm

Better yet I'm ice cold

When I pull the trigger

You gone feel this shit up in your toes

I spit that poison my niggas

You better cover your nose

I'm a beast

I eat you niggas up

And swallow you niggas whole

With no digestine

Now I'm rippin' out you niggas intestines

Let me catch my breath

Before the K take all your breath and

Like ah ah

I'm on fire

I'm still making hits

No steriods don't call me Mark McGuire

Maybe Barry Bonds

Like hits home runs

I'm still going

Don't come around me

I'm like a river

You might drown

I'm still flowing

And I don't need no chorus

That shit's for you pussy niggas

Like a first round draft pick

Nigga stackin' six figures

I got it made

I'm gettin' paid on my off days

Shoutout to my nigga Pace

That nigga is my DJ

Oh yea I'm rollin like some rims

Sittin' on some wheels

Me and Chop we Bash Brothers

Throw it up for Dolla Bill

We making mils

So pussy niggas better guard your grills

This ain't no video game

Pussy nigga this shit be for real

And if you say I can't rap

You get slapped twice

White tee with black holes

They should call you niggas dice

Cocaine be white like rice

Nigga I'm hot like spice

Watch me so cold like ice

I'm in beast mode nothing nice

I make you pay the price

Oh yea the price is right

Trillest nigga you'll ever meet

I'm not the one you wanna fight

And I'm like

And I'm like

Bitch don't play with me

Load it up

Cock it back

And get all in they face with it

Yea yea you better get your history right

Cause I got some big guns

When I shoot them they sound like dynamite

And I'm on fire

And I know you pussies hate it

Throw it up for Terry boys

And my nigga Andrew David

Hah

I'm done

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