I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
[Chorus: Future]
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
they know that they know it Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A.
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill

I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast

I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
400 clips in the wagon Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’?
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
they know that they know it, L.A. L.A. they know that they know it
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring

I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
[Chorus: Future]
[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks

[Chorus: Future]
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang

My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
[Verse 3: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy