They always say I'm sick with it like "brodi bouta throw up"
Like "brodi got the rona", yeah they love it when I show up
I got my brothers with me, you know I ain't talkin' Jonas
They see us when we roll up and they talkin' like they know us
Oh yeah we 'finna show 'em
My pockets gettin' fat as hell like they just ate a donut
Oh yeah we 'finna go up
I got a lot goin' on but you know I'm gon' stay focused
And yeah we from Kentucky, ain't gotta say it, you know it
Hold up we 'finna show 'em
Walked up in the spot and yo bitch passed out
Got the hunnies goin crazy, 'finna act out
I see you starin' at my chain, fat crown
We on the way up, bitch I got it mapped out
I been chillin' in St. Regis, got yo bitch up on my penis
Got that 3M on my sneakers, we litty
They wanna be us, wanna meet us
I started seein' shit I used to dream of, and I'm
Really piecin' this shit together, y'all see it, but it's
Nothin' new, haters mad it's comin' true
I been snappin', goin' dumb as hell like I got summer school, and it's
Stunnin' you, got the baddies comin' through
If I'm on my way up best believe the homies comin' too, yeah
They always say I'm sick with it like "brodi bouta throw up"
Like "brodi got the rona", yeah they love it when I show up
I got my brothers with me, you know I ain't talkin' Jonas
They see us when we roll up and they talkin' like they know us
Oh yeah we 'finna show 'em
My pockets gettin' fat as hell like they just ate a donut
Oh yeah we 'finna go up
I got a lot goin' on but you know I'm gon' stay focused
And yeah we from Kentucky, ain't gotta say it, you know it
Hold up we 'finna show 'em
Oh yeah we 'finna go in
Kaz up on the beat, we 'finna put this in a coma
'Finna need a diagnosis, now they ask me how I'm holdin'
Bad lil shawty spiritual she talkin 'bout a lotus
Askin' if I got a Trojan
Let me get one open
You checkin' out my diamonds homie that's ya Daddy's bonus
And fella I ain't jokin', 'finna put this shit in motion
We pull up they gon' notice
Way I'm flowin' you gon' think we brought a boat in
Might get some rubber boots, my wrist & neck flooded too
Way we comin' with this heat we gonna take the W, and it's
Buggin' you, cause we makin' money moves
And they always 'tryna catch up
They gon' need some runnin' shoes, yeah
They always say I'm sick with it like "brodi 'bouta throw up"
Like "brodi got the rona", yeah they love it when I show up
I got my brothers with me, you know I ain't talkin' Jonas
They see us when we roll up and they talkin' like they know us
Oh yeah we 'finna show 'em
My pockets gettin' fat as hell like they just ate a donut
Oh yeah we 'finna go up
I got a lot goin' on but you know I'm gon' stay focused
And yeah we from Kentucky, ain't gotta say it, you know it
Hold up we 'finna show 'em