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lirik lagu asteroid – bris

[chorus]
i’m tryna blow up like a asteroid
free my n*ggas in the pen use ’em androids
i’m gettin’ to that bag, we the bag boys
thought they caught the kid slippin, but i had toy
feelin’ like yid, i gotta keep it on me
my shooter ebk, who wanna meet ginóbili
nah, they ain’t gonna do it, you gone need a 40
if i make it to the top i can’t leave the homies

[bris verse]
love it when the opps straight drop like some molten gold
on the block, on pop, i like touchin’ poles
i can knock a thot on the spot, in this foreign load
windows up, gettin’ top, we down [???] road
big chops, we the tip like a black n’ mild
catch me layin’ in yo bushes like a crocodile
fake n*ggas, snitch n*ggas, that’s not my style
and this b*tch call me daddy, she not my child
i can’t trust n*ggas, n*ggas square like a pizza pocket
all that talkin’ h*lla tough, n*ggas need to stop it
made ’em blast off when he seen the rocket
really in the field, i throw bullets when i read a option
i gotta keep this pole, i can’t go without
if the police break this pole, we gone blow it out
got yo blow, i got my blow, we gone blow it out
i did a couple drills on the low, yall don’t know about
[chorus]
i’m tryna blow up like a asteroid
free my n*ggas in the pen use ’em androids
im gettin’ to that bag, we the bag boys
thought they caught the kid slippin, but i had toy
feelin’ like yid, i gotta keep it on me
my shooter ebk, who wanna meet ginóbili
nah, they ain’t gonna do it, you gone need a 40
if i make it to the top i can’t leave the homies

[yid verse]
kane be the n*ggas that i step with, aye
i love my brother grizz, that n*gga stretch sh*t
tryna slide through, he left holes in that lexus
she wasn’t talkin’ money, so i’m on to the next b*tch, aye
i’ll put a n*gga on a shirt
that n*gga toolie geekin’ off a perc
you get the p*ssy wet, but i make that sh*t squirt
wanna hang with the kane, then you gotta put in work
designer on my feet, yea i prolly spent yo rent on it
glock 23, and it came with a stick on it
sound like a chop, but it’s just that switch on it
catch you in that rental up in traffic, we gone get on it
rip my brothers, kane to the death of me
love that n*gga purp, cause i know that he gonna step for me
shoutout baby kane, yea, they’ll make a mess for me
this money and this fame, will never get the best of me
[chorus]
i’m tryna blow up like a asteroid
free my n*ggas in the pen use ’em androids
i’m gettin’ to that bag, we the bag boys
thought they caught the kid slippin, but i had toy
feelin’ like yid, i gotta keep it on me
my shooter ebk, who wanna meet ginóbili
nah, they ain’t gonna do it, you gone need a 40
if i make it to the top i can’t leave the homies

- bris

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