Brad Jordan (feat. Michael da Vinci)

Yo, now it's just me, my nigga Mikey D, gettin' throwed

We was bangin' out some Master P, on the road

I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold

They don't like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold

Tell them hoes they better come correct, 'cause I fuck

My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses

I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin'

We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk

Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby

I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's

I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen

When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch

Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan

Feel like I'm the fuckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble

Grippin', on another level, mothafucka

I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker

And rappers be too passive

It's just me, my brother Spottie, bitch, sit low

I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4

Niggas asking me too many questions, fuckin' throwed

Rob Da Vinci, Mike December we was losing, now we winnin'

Can I sport a couple in this? Play for bucks, that Brandon Jennings

Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit'll come up missin'

You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business

This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping

For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend

And shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin'

And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins

And shout-out to my daddy, I'ma buy your ass a Bentley

Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Goddamn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan

Feel like I'm the fuckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

Feel like I'm Brad, Jordan

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble

Grippin', on another level, mothafucka

I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker

And rappers be too passive

A bunch of bustas

I'm on everybody's asses, and this the notice

And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice?

And this the standard, uh fuckin' bogus, uh

You fuckin' rappers, uh, it's just me and my nigga Mike D

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

I swear

Lemme get a peach Faygo

Bring the muthafuckin' frozen through bitch, man I told you so

Ay yo, the peach, the peach, the peach and not in the, what they call it, the cans nigga

Not that can shit, not that can shit

Not the cans, I want a bottle nigga

Get the bottle from motherfuckin' right through the Wilcox Tunnel

Bring that bottle right through there

That peach kind? That peach kind

Tell that bitch to bring me a strawberry kiwi, bring me a mothafuckin' frozen

I need, I need one of those three for one bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos

I prefer if you bought the popcorn

The popcorn, the popcorn

And if you can't bring the popcorn, bring the mothafuckin' hot fries

And if you can't bring the hot fires, go ahead and bust that five out

And bring me some Mapco chicken bitch

Yeah, slam dunk and some Mapco