[Lyric] Brodie Say What (Azfar Karim, Faizan Ahmed)

[Intro: Azfar Karim]
Brodie said don't fuck with me
Brodie said don't fuck with me
Brodie said don't fuck with me
Brodie said don't fuck with me
Brodie said don't fuck with me
Brodie said don't fuck with me

[Verse 1: Azfar Karim]
I don't fuck with snitches they too soft for me
I got bitches to sex 24/7 from London all the way to Cali
Sexing me while she calling you hubby
Don't mistake me I ain't no softie
I'm the one she riding every night
Calling me sugar daddy
Bitches be blaming too much on their Zodiac signs
I won't mention names cause I ain't gon cap
I don't tell no lies
Fuckers be hating they playing whilе I
Spit my rhymes
Spit my lines
Rythm be doing thе most and this a freestyle bunch of warm up lines
Pull up with the squad with a suit and tie
Cars all German, import vibes
Pussies drippin till they dry
Stacks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bags too heavy affecting my spine
Lotta tablets doctor's lines
'diene to deal with the pain on the inside
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
[Verse 2: Azfar Karim]
Bitch, bitch
Take it down a notch
Bitch, bitch
Go pour me a scotch
Bitch, bitch
Give it raw on rocks, raw on rocks, raw on rocks
I don't take no drink without no pussy that's just how it is
Talk in diamonds, flex on bills
Lifestyle got me Richie Rich
Pullout the handguns when you talk back
Don't throw me a fizz
I ain't tryna start no mess only spit facts
I know this cutthroat biz
I know these bitches bitching
I know these snitches snitching
Fuck that I'm that brown boy sippin cola
Mum do yoga, she whippin a Honda
Hit 120 my beemer loca
Hit up Italy, wine in Roma
Hit up my bitch Veronica

[Interlude: Faizan Ahmed and Azfar Karim]
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
[Verse 3: Faizan Ahmed]
Raw on rocks I'm sipping on that whiskey (whiskey whiskey)
Running this game please don't test me (don't test me)
Call me president, she my Lewinsky (Monica Monica)
Don't you fuck with me, shit might get risky (ey ey)
I got savage flow so I spit it like I'm savage huh
Yeah I'm a savage so I fucked her to a Savage song
Yeah I'm a savage so I hit it while I hit the bong
Yeah I'm a savage so she come to pour me some
Yeah she think I'm a gangster and she fucking right
Keep my brothers close yeah keep my circle tight
We just stay trapping dawg all day all night
Straight from the bottle yeah I don't mix no sprite
Never mix no sprite
I feel alright
I don't want no fight
You can't catch my flight
Feel like Cudi cause I do this all Day n Nite
And I'm Kanye living God's dream ultralight
Got my wrist drippin yes it feels kinda nice
Hit the blunt and I hit it and I hit it twice
Brodie said he gon pull up, I don't see his sight
If I was in UK, I'd be king of grime
Haha

[Azfar Karim]
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
Brodie said he gon do what?
Brodie said he gon do who?
[Verse 4: Azfar Karim]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, pass that Vat 69
Roll the Js, it's a vibe
With the gang, ride or die
I got the flow speed on the dash
250 I need it in cash
Fuck the dollar fuck the Benjos, fill the bag with taka notes
She heard this, got a gasm
Then I fucked her till a gasm
Back to back I'm giving spasms
Brodie say what?
Mic drop, heat go up
Shooters on me the ball a lot
Don't fuck with me you gon get dropped
Brodie by the side I say on God
Motherfucker

Brodie said he gon do what?