Artist: Brockhampton Album: Ginger Song: St. Percy Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, aye We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, aye Young K still posted in the A like a braid No chain, ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang Hanging on your speaker, banging on your speaker, baby Need to find the reason to make you believe me, baby Young Nolan, Playstation, controlling Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over Roll over your soldier, no costar I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover No closure, never reply to full orders My nigga so sculpture, such a short quota Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder Cop run it over for a hunnid orders All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh There is no love in the ghetto Money, money, we are just getting get go There is no love in the ghetto Money, money, we are just getting get go Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh How you do that boy, devil I'm bamboozled, yeah Legs go up behind the head like leopard and push it huh Give us space, we gonn' drop, call it Grand Canyon She goes back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon Circus olé, okay, roli Pull a, slide that, pull gate, low blow Dancing like a dodo, asking for, say snow globe Slip inside the corridor, make me go so loco Made you look, I'm silly, call me wild thing She got strings all on her neck, just like a violin Upgrade that [?], when that venom sting I sound better than a motherfuckin' [?], man Run up a check, mhh, ahh, it's a [?], mhh, ahh And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quitting, they wait 'til it drip, mhh, ahh Don't get on my list, mhh, ahh, I'm in front of your busi, mhh, ahh You seein' me rap but I watch how you work, then I keep you convinced, mhh, ahh Smokin', I mightta got habit, you know we comin', get tragic Money another made, nigga, we hold all our money in the mattress For ya, better get savage, takes away all of your panic [?] how you take bigger pick up, [?], and it's madness Big boy money like you ready for war You be talkin' like you really gon' run that though You be runnin' like the snart dreamin' if we know That's that ice cream sugar, that cocaine though And this shit gon' boast like my shit off the dome And you know these boys, but we ain't fit in a door And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick But this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? Whua! See how full it is, homie See how real it is Murder man, murder man Someone better hold me before this shit gets out me Murder man, murder man Someone better– Murder man, murder man Someone better– Murder man, man Someone hold me b– shit gets out Murder man, murder man Someone better hold me before this shit gets out me