Текст песни Brett Favre - Yung $im

Oh by the way
If you didn't know now you know
Issa mufuckin' Profit World
13 Hunnid
Keep close eyes on the kids
PG 13
I just be coming a lil different
Yung $im
King $moke
Same shit
I'm like Brett Favre

I was sitting in the trap tryina get a load off
Ima pull up with a pack just like Domino's
I'm at your door dawg
Run it up and cut a check I had to make a phone call
See where I'm from I'm kinda old
How I'm still around and running with the big dawgs
I was chasing after cabbage smokin on the coleslaw
Enough bread get a pussy wet I leave em in the graveyard
Couple checks on a bitch head I can get you knocked off
See I can be your biggest op
Or I can throw the pack to you like Brett Favre

Chasin a check and all
Drop top big body riding like a go cart
Ain love me back then so I fucked on her friend
Tryina put a honey bun in your Goyard
Ima at your door just like Domino's
Black and white Rari truck it look like a Oreo
It ain bout money can't comprehend
Baskin Robbins different strands coming in
Bout to bounce in your hoe like a trampoline
I pick Mary Jane ima goblin
I ran into Gilligan
Fucked around bout me an island man
Made a couple milli off of phone calls
When it come to money I can't doze off
Running through these hoes like a role call
I can't wait to get them loads off

I was sitting in the trap tryina get a load off
Ima pull up with a pack just like Domino's
I'm at your door dawg
Run it up and cut a check I had to make a phone call
See where I'm from I'm kinda old
How I'm still around and running with the big dawgs
I was chasing after cabbage smokin on the coleslaw
Enough bread get a pussy wet I leave em in the graveyard
Couple checks on a bitch head I can get you knocked off
See I can be your biggest op
Or I can throw the pack to you like Brett Favre

I want Cha Nay Nay on all of my slippers
I want designer on all of my britches
Bitch it's a crime if your brothers is empty
Go fill up his pockets and get him back with it
Mac 10 split em' it hang out the window
Ain no way I'm missing with steppers and killers
How the fuck ima lose with a team full of winners
How the fuck ima choose between Cuban and Tennis
I want the whip no slips
I'm tryina drift like slid
I'm tryina kick my shit
$-I-M a real pimp
All these gits my kids
All y'all wifes my tricks
Do it like Nike go cut my check
Look how I went and got rich
Woah woah woah woah
Don't move to fast
Got a one track mind I might start throwing bullets
You better think fast
Poured the last 4 in this double cup
Had to call up the lean man
Touch my pint you finna die
You need more than a transplant

I was sitting in the trap tryina get a load off
Ima pull up with a pack just like Domino's
I'm at your door dawg
Run it up and cut a check I had to make a phone call
See where I'm from I'm kinda old
How I'm still around and running with the big dawgs
I was chasing after cabbage smokin on the coleslaw
Enough bread get a pussy wet I leave em in the graveyard
Couple checks on a bitch head I can get you knocked off
See I can be your biggest op
Or I can throw the pack to you like Brett Favre

Chasin a check and all
Feelin like Brett Favre
Feelin like Brett Favre
Feelin like Brett
When I shoot it's all head dawg
Feelin like Brett Favre
Feelin like Brett Favre