POP SMOKE - Brush Em Lyrics

Brush Em Lyrics by Pop Smoke is a Latest English song from the album 'FAITH' sung by Pop Smoke & Rah Swish. Lyrics of this song are written by Rah Swish & Pop Smoke and music produced by 808 Melo. 

POP SMOKE - Brush Em Lyrics

Brush Em Lyrics

Brokie, brokie
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA
This is a Melo beat
Traphouse Mob

GQ, you got a gun, n*gga, gun, n*gga, me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon' rrh
Diggin' that Louie bag, Louie bag, n*gga diggin' that bag duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon' woo, I bet man gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two 38's, three 22's

Big NBA, we did it first, watch what you say, you could get hurt
F*ck all my opps, they get it worst, my b*tch got a chop, shit in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip, if I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim, the f*ck is Zanotti, n*gga a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n*ggas lurk, I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch, hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa, lost four, my straps gotta go get a fifth one
I be f*ckin on opp' b*tches, kick 'em, and pass 'em, yo, Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape for a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers, Woo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it, GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, day, day, how you screaming through mega like may-day
Who the f*ck are you talking to, crazy, if you don't want no beef, n*gga, pay me
The f*ck is these n*ggas gon' get back, took a flight to LA, got they shit wacked (Traphouse Mob)
Take all the breesh, I got big packs, shoot through the V make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble, step on the field watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle, I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit, 40 Glock with a 50 clip
Get the addy, then I get 'em hit, had to shoot a n*gga for a mixy b*tch
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my n*na
I pull up like Ace in a finas, I leave her shit wet, Aquafina
And I got that p*ssy on Fiji, if you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's, opp' treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to n*ggas, I don't play with n*ggas, got a bad b*tch that'll tase a n*gga
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n*gga, woo back (Traphouse Mob)

Uh, the f*ck wrong with dem p*ssy boy dem, eh?
Dem talk 'bout bumbaclot Rah Swish and Pop Smoke, uh
What da mean? Uh
Tell 'em p*ssy dey, "Go suck ya mada!"
(Go suck ya mada)

Song Details
Singer : Pop Smoke, Rah Swish
Album : FAITH
Lyrics : Rah Swish, Pop Smoke
Music : 808 Melo

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