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BRAINLESS Video (MV)




Performed By: Levit8 & Zivsick
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Daniel Zivsick, Mason McD




Levit8 & Zivsick - BRAINLESS Lyrics
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I been riding 'round the block, trying to show it off
I got money to the point that I could blow it all
Y'all been moving too slow, got a hundred on the stove
Do you like the way I go? Let me know
Yes
I been f*cking on a Jasmine, a pretty bitch
Tunes had go from broke up to really rich
I make music for the deaf, you can feel my shit
Hustle like I'm Chapo, y'all don't know who you've dealing with
If you want some f*ckin' art, you gotta pay my ass
Tickets selling out the show, 20 on the dash
I been down in El Dorado with my riches
Desperado, got my weapons
She about to get avenged
(Let's go!)
I'm in the army 'cause I got them shooters behind the scenes
I wasn't shit, but the moment I'm big, everyone spending time with me
Love when she call me angel, I got some trips up inside my sleeve, yeah
Bitches be flooding my DMs, I stunt and I leave 'em
From A.M. to P.M., I see 'em and run
All of these bitches are sleeping for what
Master of all, unappealing to none
I got that flow like I'm Tech N9ne
Sound like I'm featured on "Speedom" or something
Put in the work and they thinking' it's fun
Spit like a chopper, I bring in the guns
All of these bitches my clones, I'm starting to feel like I'm f*cking Leticia from "Us"
And now I'm living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put good dick at the top of my rapport
And she living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
All I know is I don't f*ck with bitches no more
Yeah, shawty from the streets, I send that bitch to store
Yeah, I can't complain
Get that bitch out of the frame
In the whip I hit the lane switch
Lil' shawty, brainless
Birken bag, Birkenstock's
Got right out
She hurt my stock
But no, I ain't worthless
My new bitch burstin'
Her new boy crazy
O.J.
80's
Baby boy want smoke, but can't even face me
I'm way too busy so get all off my dick
Yeah, my new life steaming, in the sauna I sit
And you're right there, streaming all my trauma for clicks
Poppin' off at MSG, like I was bombin' the Knicks
I'm a speed demon
Can't hang with these heathens
He's begging for a fight, can tell that he's fiendin'
He wanna knock me out, shit, it beats sleepin'
With the fit, I just walked out
A low-key evening
Yeah, I feel like Basquiat
Just pulled up to Mardi Gras
Paparazzi all on y'all
Windbreakers and Audemars
F*ck a rollie, 'cause I know it's my time
Keep a steady cash flow, 'cause I stay pulling dimes
And now I'm living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put good dick at the top of my rapport
And she living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
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I been riding 'round the block, trying to show it off
I got money to the point that I could blow it all
Y'all been moving too slow, got a hundred on the stove
Do you like the way I go? Let me know
Yes
I been f*cking on a Jasmine, a pretty bitch
Tunes had go from broke up to really rich
I make music for the deaf, you can feel my shit
Hustle like I'm Chapo, y'all don't know who you've dealing with
If you want some f*ckin' art, you gotta pay my ass
Tickets selling out the show, 20 on the dash
I been down in El Dorado with my riches
Desperado, got my weapons
She about to get avenged
(Let's go!)
I'm in the army 'cause I got them shooters behind the scenes
I wasn't shit, but the moment I'm big, everyone spending time with me
Love when she call me angel, I got some trips up inside my sleeve, yeah
Bitches be flooding my DMs, I stunt and I leave 'em
From A.M. to P.M., I see 'em and run
All of these bitches are sleeping for what
Master of all, unappealing to none
I got that flow like I'm Tech N9ne
Sound like I'm featured on "Speedom" or something
Put in the work and they thinking' it's fun
Spit like a chopper, I bring in the guns
All of these bitches my clones, I'm starting to feel like I'm f*cking Leticia from "Us"
And now I'm living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put good dick at the top of my rapport
And she living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
All I know is I don't f*ck with bitches no more
Yeah, shawty from the streets, I send that bitch to store
Yeah, I can't complain
Get that bitch out of the frame
In the whip I hit the lane switch
Lil' shawty, brainless
Birken bag, Birkenstock's
Got right out
She hurt my stock
But no, I ain't worthless
My new bitch burstin'
Her new boy crazy
O.J.
80's
Baby boy want smoke, but can't even face me
I'm way too busy so get all off my dick
Yeah, my new life steaming, in the sauna I sit
And you're right there, streaming all my trauma for clicks
Poppin' off at MSG, like I was bombin' the Knicks
I'm a speed demon
Can't hang with these heathens
He's begging for a fight, can tell that he's fiendin'
He wanna knock me out, shit, it beats sleepin'
With the fit, I just walked out
A low-key evening
Yeah, I feel like Basquiat
Just pulled up to Mardi Gras
Paparazzi all on y'all
Windbreakers and Audemars
F*ck a rollie, 'cause I know it's my time
Keep a steady cash flow, 'cause I stay pulling dimes
And now I'm living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put good dick at the top of my rapport
And she living rent free inside your new bind
Look into my eyes
What will you find?
Money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
I put money, drugs, bitches, and sadness galore
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Writer: Daniel Zivsick, Mason McD
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