In "BRABUS MUSIC," Hurricane Wisdom flaunts wealth and violence while paranoia eats at him from inside. A Brabus that sounds like a bus and eight-thousand-dollar guts turn luxury into aggression, and the repeated dare that rivals know exactly where he lives dares them to test a threat he half-wants. The image of being stuck in a loop, losing his cool, cuts through the flexing, as road-worn exhaustion and a brother dulled by pills reveal the cost of staying ready. The song lands as a warning wrapped in fatigue, where status can’t quiet the mind.
BRABUS MUSIC Lyrics by Hurricane Wisdom
New Brabus sound like a bus
Eight thousand just for the guts
Pull up, skrrt, you knowing it’s us
I’ll show you I don’t give a fuck, okay
Niggas saying I’m ducking, OT
When you literally know where I’m from
When you literally know where I’m at
Face splat, put his shit on his back
Know I rap, but I don’t wanna rap
Free Zay, always ready to zap
Came through, no escapes for free
On God, just bought ‘em a Gen
Straight 5, I’m thugging, no mask
Fuck jail, I’m stuck in my head
And these days, niggas stuck in the loop
On God, I’m losing my cool
10K for a pint, is you cool?
I’ll slap the shit out of one of you (Shit out of one of you)
I’ll slap the shit out of one of you dudes
Ain’t rude, just one of them moods
Drank in the club, I make a bitch move
How you turn ten mil’ to a bloom?
How you made 308 go boom?
New crib got too many rooms
(Lemme hear it from the top tho)
Woah, woah
New Demon, it sound like an angel
Woah, okay
New Demon, it sound like an angel
One fifty, the fuck is the payment?
Huh, I been beating the road too long, I’m starting to smell like pavement
Okay, lil’ bro been popping ‘em yercs too long, he starting to sound like a caveman
Hell nah, I ain’t hear from the opps in a while, I’m starting to feel like a— (Woah)
Hell nah, I ain’t hear from the opps in a while, I’m starting to feel like a somebody
Too many sticks inside this big body
Don’t wanna hit that shit, make sense, prolly
New Brabus sound like a bus
Eight thousand just for the guts
Pull up, skrrt, you knowing it’s us
I’ll show you I don’t give a fuck, okay
Niggas saying I’m ducking, OT
When you literally know where I’m from
When you literally know where I’m at
Face splat, put his shit on his back
Know I rap, but I don’t wanna rap
Free Zay, always ready to zap
Came through, no escapes for free
On God, just bought ‘em a Gen
Straight 5, I’m thugging, no mask
Fuck jail, I’m stuck in my head
And these days, niggas stuck in the loop
On God, I’m losing my cool
