Brunilda
[Intro]
Ayy, Kodak (Gang), all about my scrilla (Yeah)
Kodak, yeah
Yeah, this that motherfucker right here (Pah-pah, baow)
Yeah, right here, this song here (Ayy, haha)
Bitch, bitch, I love that (Fire, fire, fire)
(Gnarley everything, ho)
Motherfucker, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I feel like Yak, all about my scrilla (Ayy, Yak)
Ayy, bitch, I feel like a ape, all I hang around is real gorillas (Yeah, real gorillas, haha)
My Draco ready for whatever come its way (Bah), I named that bitch Brunilda (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, white bitch ready to suck my ****, I don't know her name, I just call that bitch Janelle (Call that bitch Janelle, brrt)
Yeah, nigga, I see you, we make family members, sayin', "We should look" (Damn)
Yeah, we thought he was cut (Uh-uh), that nigga soft (Uh-uh), just like bird, nigga (Yeah, bitch)
You know we finna get Cutt outside, lil' nigga, this my favorite word (I swear, bah)
Yeah, I put a grip on the bottom of my chop just so I could I am it better (Vfft, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

[Interlude]
Come here, come here, nigga (Ha)
Yeah, you
Bitch, Big Faceshot Gang, Hop Out Gang, big 2SG, free Rachi (Six)
Long live Crazy, long live Fifty, now we hard, let's go (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I be with real slimes, they walk around with rattles (Aight, come on)
Yeah, dumb-ass nigga fucked around, spoke on that gang (Baow), his mama lightin' candles (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, big boy Drac', this a 7.62, you get hit with this bitch (Yeah), you get knocked out yourself (Vfft)
Yeah, my lil' shooter, he be ready to shoot with that bitch, but the young nigga still got handles
Yeah, I go hard, I ball like Remble (I ball)
I got Wockhardt in my Fanta
Ayy, I got a big bag just like Santa (Santa)
Yeah, I got a thick bitch, she from Atlanta (She from Atlanta)
Yeah, I ain't never worried 'bout shit, I got ten, Lil Flip in the cut like Fredo Santana (Like Fredo Santana)
Yeah, I been fuckin' his bitch for a hour, his bitch told me I got so much, hahaha
That time up, nigga get hit with some rounds
Ayy, she a nat, that lil' ho a bouncer
Ayy, he a ho, they don't want no cats
Ayy, police ask me, I don't got no answer
Ayy, fucked around, tried to hit the stash
Ayy, this a 'Cat, bitch, we doin' the dash (Skrrt)
Nigga my son, he just like Steve Nash (Come on)
I spent five K just for exotic bags
This ain't my car, but, bitch, I'm goin' fast (Yeah)
This ain't my car, I don't give a fuck if I crash
I catch a opp right now, on six, I crash (Boom)
Ayy (Boom), GetRich out his top, but he in his bag (Boom)

[Outro]
In his bag, nigga
Yeah, big boy Drac', I named that bitch Brunilda
Bitch, big 2SG