Slick shit man that's all we do hoe
That little homie let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn't even rap
And got more followers than you
Hold up, let me get my cat a bar
She's filthy, hey Cairo come here baby
Now my cat's more famous than you ever will be
I been hustling, you can't tell me nothing
I'm Brad Pitt's Ugly Cousin
When you're drunk at the wedding, still gon' fuck himWhen you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Like you don't know what's up
Bradley, he's cuzo
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see itYou're embarrassed huh?
I'm in Paris bruh
You brought your whole crew
I brought my parents bruh
Every white dude in America went to the barber shop
"Give me the Macklemore haircut"
Australia they heard of me
Germany they heard of me
Japan they heard of me
It's a murder scene you gon' learn some thangs
My dick name Ron Burgendy
I'm bad news with the pen flute
In a plad suit no can do
No no, I don't work for free
I used to smoke that purple weed
Sip a bunch of purple drink
That shit did not work for me
And now I just sip herbal tea
I'm posted at the swap meet in a row
Eatin' churches wings so cold
So cold no emergencyWhen you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Like you don't know what's up
Brad, Brad, Pitt
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see itDid it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing I know
On my knees saying God please give me a deal
And God texted me back
Don't be dumb young man, gotta do it yourself
It's up to you to turn the pen into a machete
And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed
I treat the beat just like a pussy
And I eat it up and beat it up, and leave it fucked
And you cannot compete with us
I'm weaving in and out of traffic in a Cadillac
And wait is that us on the radio
Wait, is that us on the radio?
It's what I always dreamed of
Back when I had peach fuzz
Shout out to the homie D
Um, who's D
Deez nuts
I'm eating chicken wings and onion rings
If you're wondering, yes I does my thing
And another thing, no puppet strings
Oh the company, we sucker free
I ain't trippin' on what the public think
Ten thousand we hustling
This shit didn't happen over night
This shit didn't happen suddenlyWhen you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that's my cousin
Like you don't know what's up
Brad, Brad, Pitt
Songwriters
Ben Haggerty, Joshua Rawlings, Ryan Scott Lewis, Tyler W AndrewsPublished by
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