Lyrks
Lyrks
Lyrks
Cover Art

BRAINDEAD Lyrics by Van Buren Records

Bad for Press

2021

[Chorus: Saint Lyor]
Wildin' out in my hometown, everybody know my song
She my biggest fan now, yeah, she be blowing up my phone
I'm like Chip Skylark, they be knocking when I'm not home
They be banging my line now, but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway, but I wasn't throwing no stones
I be on some militant shit like I'm G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge me 'til I accomplished my goals
I be on some pimp shit 'cause I ain't built like no ho
[Post-Chorus: Saint Lyor]
Worry on my wish list for the times I couldn't cope
Almost had a death wish, but I made it out that, woah
Made it out that dark place, yeah, I made it out that, woah (Woah)
Made it out that dark place, yeah, I made it out that, woah
[Verse 1: Luke Bar$]
Get up on your knees, give me head, bitch (Gimme, gimmie, gimme)
Yeah, bitch, I love brain, pull them braids, bitch (Pull them braids, pull it)
Yeah, I be on the block, make it break, yeah
I be on to block my wrist shaking
Caught him on the block he was shaking
Police bring the mop, they been cleaning out the vacant (Yeah)
I been stacking bread, fuck vacations (Yeah)
I be fucking bitches, I ain't trying to have no baby
Only thing I hate when a nigga think he made it
Blicky make a nigga acting different, yeah
Blicky turning niggas into bitches, yeah
Sticky gotta niggas seeing spirits, yeah
Nigga want some beef, they know I'm a vegetarian, yeah
You gon' meet your umi if you keep trying to comparing, ayy
I am not playing with no lil' boy (Let go)
I got bands in the ceiling, boy (Let go)
I just keep it cool, gimme loot
Gimme head, gimme tooth, yeah
Bitches pick and choose (Ayy)
She gon' choose who got bigger bands
[Verse 2: Lord Felix]
If you hear me, got them hitters and they down with that
If you tricking, she need diamonds, got no problem with that
When it dripping, slipping, sliding, don't know how I react
Shelby swerving, got me tight, give me heart attack
City ridden drugs and violence, that's my habitat
And that sticky gimme balance, gimme pound of that
Niggas doing all this talking, don't how to rap
Thought I lost it, huh? Then I bounced back
Gimme dap, call me bad, Michael Jack', yeah
Rumor has that we back in the lab, damn
Hold me back, hold me back, on they ass now
Run it back, run it, run it back, run it
[Chorus: Saint Lyor]
Wilding out in my hometown, everybody know my song
She my biggest fan now, yeah, she be blowing up my phone
I'm like Chip Skylark, they be knocking when I'm not home
They be banging my line now, but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway, but I wasn't throwing no stones
I be on some militant shit like I'm G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge me 'til I accomplished my goals
I be on some pimp shit 'cause I ain't built like no ho
[Verse 3: Jiles]
Knee deep in some bullshit, niggas posted at the function
E flashed the .40, now these niggas wanna talk about it
Chop it up, I'm giving game like Dicky V
Had the Dickies with the crease, brother's pistol matched his sneaks
Bébé kids, we was chilling in Ps, we was wildin'
We was with the ruckus rock a nigga at the Rucker, rock a fella
We was styling on you haters and we balling like the majors
Major Payne, VB leave a legacy something like the Wayans
We ain't paying shit but paid dues
And they say a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
And that's right, cuzzo in the kitchen cooking up a coupe
We was politicking, we was catching wreck up on the stoop
[Chorus: Saint Lyor]
Wildin' out in my hometown, everybody know my song
She my biggest fan now, yeah, she be blowing up my phone
I'm like Chip Skylark, they be knocking when I'm not home
They be banging my line now, but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway, but I wasn't throwing no stones
I be on some militant shit like I'm G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge me 'til I accomplished my goals
I be on some pimp shit 'cause I ain't built like no ho
[Post-Chorus: Saint Lyor]
Worry on my wish list for the times I couldn't cope
Almost had a death wish, but I made it out that, woah
Made it out that dark place, yeah, I made it out that, woah
Made it out that dark place, yeah, I made it out that, woah

About “BRAINDEAD” by Van Buren Records

Read the complete lyrics to "BRAINDEAD" by Van Buren Records from the album "Bad for Press" in 2021. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"BRAINDEAD" is performed by Van Buren Records. from the album "Bad for Press" in 2021 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "BRAINDEAD", explore more songs by Van Buren Records using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

View all songs and biography for Van Buren Records · Trending lyrics · Billboard Hot 100

Frequently asked questions

"BRAINDEAD" is credited to Van Buren Records. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"BRAINDEAD" appears on "Bad for Press" in 2021.

Visit the Van Buren Records artist page at /artist/van-buren-records for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.