Brickmile To Montana Lyrics – Boldy James & The Alchemist
Singer: Boldy James & The Alchemist
Title: Brickmile To Montana
Ah, let’s go
Ain’t no f#ckin’ around
Benny, Uncle Al, and Boldy
You already know what it is
BSF, n#gg#
Yo, uh
Somebody next, who it’s gon’ be? Can’t make no promises (Uh-uh)
Slide in the whip with the sunroof so my dawg can hang out the top of it (Brr)
Hop out in designer sh#t, yeah, wintertime, Burberry goggle sh#t
She barely cook for you, soon as she pull up on me, she beggin’ to swallow it
Still gettin’ better, made so much cheddar, forgot what regular problems is (Damn)
Go back to the ghetto, my scars like a medal, the shots that they sendin’ anonymous
Glock’ll knock down a big hippopotamus, quarterback, givin’ ’em audibles (Uh-huh)
“This how you should do it, this how you oughta flow”, negative, your sh#t sound horrible
Yeah, whole lotta carats, I can’t see how your ho not embarrassed
And I put a b#tch in a white house way before Kamala Harris (Hahahahaha)
Land in Detroit, I hit up Boldy, I need some work, he got somethin’ to show me
Never go broke, y’all n#gg#s know me, I give back the whips and I give back the Rollie, ah
Thirty-six of that OD, get back gang, hundred clip in the Rovie (Yeah)
Slid in that oldie, n#gg#s is O-V, big #ss stick, we’ll hit it to goalie (Bah)
Still sendin’ them OT (Ayy), paid twenty, but spin ’em for four-three
Me and Em in the low-key, big Glock .20, it hit like Manu Ginobli (Doot doot doot doot)
We really them ones, touch it and buff it up, Benny and Gunn
Put a one on a one and we divvy the funds, poppin’ all that killin’ sh#t, gon’ have to show me
Ayy, n#gg# rob me for my kit, gon’ have to blow me
Rope and the Turkish, hope it was worth it, now can’t nobody be comfy or cozy (At all)
Your mommy can’t go to no churches (Nope), ain’t no ring around the rosie
Kirkland leanin’ off the stolie (Brr), f#ck with me it’s adioski
Game time, arrivederci (Yeah), keep a pocket full of posies
Neighbors next door kinda cool, ones up the street kinda nosy
Catch you lackin’ in the drug zone, my bullies revokin’ your G pass (Pass)
n#gg#s had them skullies rolled up for too long, they must’ve forgot they was ski masks
Get him touched like a keypad, send a hundred through his G-Wagen
Slide through the kickback, spin n#gg#s’ blocks, come back, and shoot up the repass
What else?
MI to NY, we unloadin’ them semis (Try us)
n#gg#s been tied in, got a plug on them Blue Jays (Them chirps)
In the last few days, served fifty-two Js (Catchin’ pies)
Ran over three hundred plays, missed out on two rays (We hit the spot)
Brickmile to Montana, sh#t ain’t no fugaze (At all)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (We the mafia)
Brickmile to Montana, sh#t ain’t no fugaze (What else?)
Concreatures, Black Soprano Family, we the new wave (227)
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