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next graft - bradz (ofb) lyrics

[intro]
kayman
brap brap brap

[chorus]
think the cps don’t like my name
they never really give me a chance
straight charge and remand to the prints on my palms
wan’ link that to a next charge
uh, lowe me, cut and just floss
let me flex up on my stance
just tryna get rich, have cribs out the sticks
so it’s straight on to the next graft
need a mansion overseas
surrounded by palm trees and bad b’s
with a couple g’s on a private jet
i could tek flight in when i blow this weed
why these pigs wan’ intervene?
lock my squad, burn my arms
see them undies glidin’ past, fast
straight on to the next graft

[verse 1]
[?] skippin’
fell in love with the blade
thirteen, i was rollin’ with the kitchen
hear all the chat but i done got man in their back
with my rambo and my flip ting, quick ting, victim
oh sh*t and with the hand ting
left man face down, plankin’, mad ting, sad ting
park off, dank it, now this piff got my head back sk*nkin’
i’m sick at landings and make sure my goods dem locked
how much time must i slug this pack
and change the spot and load this sock?
on g*o*a*d hot boxin’ the block, what it smells like? pot
got the night gov shocked
mind blank, just loopin’ beats, no inspiration, that’s a writers block
mi ah maker when this spinner’s c*cked, popped
drop, that’s another one got
what? the scoreboard’s lookin’ real odd
skrr back to the nizz in a brucked*down drop
still wan’ lurk but this block’s too hot
swear he’s way too tapped but he gets real tappy
free sj, got the wap in the passy (free him)
now kay and lz just passin’ l’s in a cut with twin and rammies
mr ktm, man i miss my friends
so for josh i’ma pour this remy
still tryna hit the belly and the grind stay steady
said “where?” i get sh*lly, sh*lly
red card lead, dem ‘pon telly
rate that one but i dropped it already
been a drip [?] bud all star like kenny

[verse 2]
straight on to the next graft, uh
make a quick k!llin’ and laugh
you on who? like, what? are you daft?
bro, bill back and cool off, uh
cah i got sh*lly on me
true, she a hoe, she blowin’ out re
see them big gold t**th that she got in her mouth
she do a few feet
from young, been live in the t*house
doin’ up twelve hour journeys
goin’ up kway with a bag full of each
think back on them bandos where i used to sleep
stayed on point cah these n*ggas all creep
[?] still in the streets
all now he’s still pesterin’ me for a b
peak, show me the scratch, i’ll skeet
in the trap with the cats
stay clear of the rats cah if they get caught they will speak
said i way too chatty with the pigs
when i banged pack 6 so they rattin’ on we
uh, geeks, internet goons and athletes
you’re deep, the man ain’t lidge
i’ll splash that yout and he told the feds it was ofb
that’s foul, buck him again and he’s gettin’ put down
let me get the drop on his whereabouts
i could roundabout, man circle ’round
half hearts on the pitch, that’s rave
bang for your team that’s still hidin’ away
playin’ upfront when it’s flexin’ time
but run right back when it’s time to play (skrr, skrr)

- bradz ofb lyrics

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