Letra Go brazy Yg

Go brazy

Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire
Fuck peace
Nigga, we just re'd up
Three
(4Hunnid)
Bitch
Y'all already know how I'm rockin'
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Here we go, let's go
Oh

Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign (Damn)
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to (Right)
My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

That nigga start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark
I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark
Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards
A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies
My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably
I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly
I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi?
My nigga saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it

Jay's, Jay's, go brazy
She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy
Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil baby
Said she really bout it bout it, told her let me see her bodies
Bitches only hit me up because they see a nigga poppin'
In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets
Like damn, I never think I'd be who I am
Fuck, but I can't be your nigga, I'm just sayin'

Ayy, go brazy
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to
My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

Headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (Headshot)
Enemy gon' bash and that's a whole lot of dead opps
All that talkin' brazy got your man got
The opps lil' boys, put 'em in a sandbox
F.N. cocked, I be totin' big shit (Fire, fire)
Yeah, you got gloves, but you ain't never did shit (Nah)
We don't take L's lightly, that's bitch shit
So, yeah, we gon' double back for that slim shit (Skrrt)
Hit your block, hop out, walk in, throw it up
Ain't nobody hangin' out, fuck it, still shoot it up
Rude as fuck, you ain't do enough, don't talk to me (Don't talk)
Grave dead, bled out, shot up in his artery (His artery)
Really from the gang, this shit a part of me
I ain't never need a pass, niggas never pardoned me
Tree top gang on the toilet, T-Piru, Dimu'
Blood nigga from all the three

{Ayy, now go brazy}
Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign
Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring
Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh)
Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy)
I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to
My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot
I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots

Just Re'd Up 3, bitch