Brush 'Em Off (Feat. Stunna & Bee) - Mistah F.A.B.

Fuck a hoe, I'll go jack off I ain't used to eat, sleep, or shit 'til I got that pack off Bread on his head, nigga got bald I told my steppa, call me when he dead on the Asphalt Bitch, this a big body Benz when I scratch off I won't even let my friends buy a trackhawk Hear the last nigga he killed, he did it mask off Before you lil' niggas go spin, take the tags off Oops, who that is? That's a bad broad, yeah She act like she love me, I told her, "That's cap, dawg" In love with guns before girls, that's my dad fault Touch me, I'll give you head start, blow ya ass off She say my name, she gon' put some respect on it Got a lil' bit of ass and some neck on her I'm paid, she want me to spend a lil' check on her But I'ma scratch off in that Vette on her I put up the static, went CAT on 'em Fat mouth, and I put a lil' dead on 'em Stretch one I won't diss 'em, I come step on 'em As soon as he come out, they stank 'em Park the whip, we be hopping out cranking They like 4x, and Baby back blanking Where I'm from, it go down like an anchor Murder for hire, my niggas be anxious Put the pin on the fin, I'ma spank 'em I hug the lil' hoe and she fainted Burn his ass, nigga ended up planking (bitch-ass dying nigga) I pull up all black, and I'm strapped on these niggas Niggas killas in their rap songs We the ones really stepping, dare you act wrong, lil' nigga The blogs be hating, want me black-balled Ain't hit the motherfucking lott'o, but I'm having beaucoup of them Ms in the bank Like the motherfucking Jackball Type to hustle so hard, had to stop and thank God Turned it off for 6 months, now I'm back on I'll air this bitch out and go back home Then go sit in the bed with my baby And let her watch goo-goo-ga-ga on my trap phone I'll be lost without her, that's my backbone Young nigga turnt up, and then he got rich, ain't it? On top of that, both my BMs with the shit, ain't it All you green ass niggas, turn it down, you can save it I was riding 'round the city selling pounds before I made it I finessed the whole world, then they found out 'bout DaBaby Pink slips, got 15 cars, no payment Cheap shit, I sold it all, they would take it Freak bitch, she lick the balls, she go baby Eat his dick, kick her out if she basic, tweak shit She drink it all with no chaser, creep shit We tryna find out where he staying, all week bitch We out there from night 'til a.m Fuck that hoe, I'll go jack off Fuck a fist fight, bitch, we tryna have a stand off He M.I.A., knock his man off Baby gave me the rock like a handoff Then I ran it up quick, whenever we do it, we doing it big Shawty headbutting my lap, whenever she do it, I'm pulling her wig I spent some racks on a 'fit, put some racks on his hat, they removing his lid Nigga spazzed, nigga, you and ya kids Turn this shit up before, time to do it again Billion Dollar Baby, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout?

Killa, this another one Uh, uh, bitch, I got rich off of words (rich off of words, rich) A broke nigga get on my nerves (get on my nerves, bitch) I wash down the perc with the syrup Came from nothin', I stood on the curb I moved dukes from the hood to the 'burbs Rob me, boy, that shit finna burst (bitch) I send him to sit with the birds (let's go, put 'em outta here) Send me ten, now I send you a verse You broke lil' nigga, you need to go see a nurse (nigga, you broke) Them shots make him shout like he in church (pussy) I feel like they hatin' on me the most (nigga be hatin') We make him freeze like he seen a ghost (freeze) We pop a opp, then have a toast (pop) After the top, it's adios (I gotta go) I pull out the lot with the pink note We pull up and pop at your people Tote my gun in N.Y, even though it illegal Out my mind, probably higher than an eagle (I'm hot) Put a hole in that boy like a bagel These fuck niggas be see-through (pussy) We got a whole lot of guns like the navy We got a whole lot of guns like the army I bust in public like Baby Touch me, nigga must be brazy (brazy) I'm geeked, them white boy wasted (wasted) Sip lean, it got me lazy (lazy) I gave her a pill and a chaser (thot) Stick got a dick and a laser He runnin', these hollows will chase him (come here) She see me, she get shocked like a taser Hit her raw, end up havin' my baby Nah, for real Quarter million dollar whip, I drive that bitch like a Chevy I hit this freak the other week I ain't know that that was his ho, I wasn't tryna be messy I pull up, new bulletproof Lexus 2020, all these whips that lil' nigga be flexin' She told me I'm chocolate and sexy All fifties on me, and they pink, they look just like a pussy When I wanna fuck, she gon' let me I love my bitch 'cause she gangster I say she look good, she don't even say thank you She give me that, uh, I give her a spank I fuck with the gun on her bed, like a gangster Give me that, mmm, give me that That boy a grown man, girl, that boy ain't no baby I used to pull up one deep with the four-five I keep it real, I ain't told your ass no lie (hold on, hold on, shh) Them hoes on me bad and I don't even know where I go She ride the dick on her toes She put that pussy in drive and she roll out, go They think they in Baby business He buyin' Benzes, what do you know 'bout? Uh, I'm pullin' on her extensions Hit it way too hard, I might fuck up or blow out I tuck my gun when I go out (let's go) You know I ain't leavin' my lace This bitch glued to me like paste Wrong move, I'm catchin' a case I have 'em racks, I can't wait on the bank (racks) Big bool sit right by my waist I get a room, put my child on her face I'm off the drink, they could down like an eight Me and Stunna ain't worried 'bout shit We done told y'all niggas Bitch, I got rich off of words (rich off of words, rich) A broke nigga get on my nerves (get on my nerves, bitch) I wash down the perc with the syrup Came from nothin', I stood on the curb I moved dukes from the hood to the 'burbs Rob me, boy, that shit finna burst (bitch) I send him to sit with the birds (let's go, put 'em outta here) Send me ten, now I send you a verse You broke lil' nigga, you need to go see a nurse (nigga, you broke) Them shots make him shout like he in church (pussy) I feel like they hatin' on me the most (nigga be hatin'

Another day another dollar to flip My phone hot when I talk there's a click Feds pull me off the plane, went through all of my shit This is right around the time that my mom got sick She was strong the whole time and I just wanted to flip I tried to feed her ice chips and rub water on her lips Her little hands turned cold, I told her please don't leave Your granddaughters two years old I dropped two albums in the same month Doing anything for cash, plus my trap dried up Mom passed, then my babymomma left It was hard for a while and I was down for a sec Fab put me on to Wiz I was back to the pack Chillin around the gang had me really thinking about rap But nah Red eye flights to atlantic club mansion me and nice pouring mud in the phantom Mayoko I was on tv, a couple months later I signed with TG Two weeks later the F.E.D.'s had my bank on freeze plus they just hit E Life changes, I got my own clothing and a five bedroom home All alone chain smoking, nights passed I remember that call, I saw the bentley on the news I used to ride in that car I'm on tour this the life of a star I'm in a small town trying to hide from the law I ripped open the seal, in the hotbox About to smoke out with B-Real I made two EP's before DS3 Man Rest in Peace to Jack, it's been hard to sleep Life changes I'm thinking about my daughter How'd I go from selling blow to selling hemp water, man I did an album with Cam, and woke up to a letter from Gucci Mane Shit's a trip, bring nice and Jack back, I miss talking to my mother Where's my lighter at It's time to smoke This here's for grown folks I sit alone in my room with a long stare In the same bed that my momma lost her life, Yeah Tossed and turned havin dreams, it was just a dream Daddy died when I was young or was just a teen Got a quiet son I can't even speak about it Inner demons on my mind I gotta deal with Signed in '07 down the drain where that deal went Radio banned me, they don't even mention me Can't ignore the fact that I made Bay area history Stress what size of it, thought he would rise from it But it ain't no love lost shit he still a big homie I was doing runners, to him it was your business Fans left me for dead, guess they thought I was finished I never wanted credit for hooking Berner with Wiz I just connected my brothers, I'm just glad they handled they biz Doing for they kids what I be doing for lid Hoping my baby momma hardest room to forgive Momma talk to me often I can her her voice "Don't give up Stan" Mom I ain't got a choice Just a bought a Maserati, fresh off the lot In a house in the hills with a three car garage Six bedrooms overlooking the bay, with my plaques on the wall, you'll love where I stay I can drop the CD momma And you're on the cover, dedicated to you, daddy, and my brother I'm getting older and wiser making smarter decisions You grow through what you go through, it's all about living I want to say keep your head up to my people in prison To all my dreamers out there keep holding your vision No matter what, God gotcha back Rest in peace to my big brother Jack