Top Songs By Brotha Lynch Hung
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brotha Lynch Hung
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kevin Mann
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brotha Lynch Hung
Produzent:in
Rob Rebeck
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
2024 Blocc, ****
Grrr
[Verse 1]
Put your motherfuckin' brains all over the back seat, ****
The rest of your body gon' need a taxi, ****
Guess what's growin' in the Gardens, cuz? (What up, cuz?)
Smells like a brisket, I carved him up
I'm a motherfuckin' misfit, I hit him in his biscuit
Watch him take a shit quick, Season of da Siccness
Out the 6-6, dumpin' at your picnic (Pop, pop, pop)
Hit your bitch quick, fuckin' up her lipstick
I spit that gasoline
It's like me bustin' a nut usin' Vaseline
Doc say I'm sick, so your ass'll bleed
It's a semiautomatic, gotta grab it, it's a habit
A fully automatic with a full metal jacket
Dumpin' at your funeral, your casket lean
I got no limit, ****, Master P
So I took my time, made a masterpiece
[Refrain]
A block monster
Block monster
Grrr
[Verse 2]
I'm a **** with the plastic, blast your cabbage
That **** do a backflip, that's gymnastics
It was pretty graphic, slow-mo drive
Came through 405, ****, that's the traffic
Hit the backstreets, ****, that's the tactic
Season of da Sicc, ****, that's a classic (Yeah)
At the stop light, ****, that shit slappin'
Smokin' on a wrap with a strap in the back and
**** got shot, ****, that's what happened
Left him at the red light, his head was smashed in
Do he got family? You gotta ask him
Dismembered the body in savage fashion
With an AK and daily right in the street
Shoot the last shot, Jimmy Butler, Miami Heat
I look at y'all just like meat and I gotta eat
Body parts left in my teeth
[Refrain]
****, block monster
Block monster
****, block monster
Written by: Kevin Mann