Lyrics:
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two I was doing the do
At the age of three it was you and me
Rocking
on huge racks
Me and ma’ boies waving head on new phonk bap
Emx on collab puffing weed n relax
Shoutout to ma’ homies, Big SLATTTTT !
Gimme that .15 by .15
sight
50 inch wide hd with the backlight
I be running laps like the season again
Lil shawty throw it back got it teasing again
Big foreign going past now
Dey by my side
Me then my shooters we shoot on sight
Yie yie ei
Real trappers we be hard to find
S3 Wosu bɔɔdeƐ aaa 3yaa su kwadu
Efri sƐ obiaa Ɛnim
[ VERSE 1 ]
Brothers ain't shit
They're lookin for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin your cars up close
as fuck
I mean big as fuck
Loaded with a hundred shots
He really outta luck
This AK big as fuck
Verse 3:
Man I gotta leave 'fore the police arrive
in concert, brother
Me and Sam was geekin, Brother
Proud to be a big stepper, Brother
Peanut Butter?, Feed me brother
I draw niggas like ringling
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
got a wave we been
Chilling by the ocean
Now I got a big drop top and I’m rolling
And I told my girl imma
Be up till the morning
Feeling like I’m 2-3
gettin' colder and colder
He thinks inch by inch monopolize
But that little girl over there
If he got the guts, if he dares
He's gonna cut 'em down to size
Havana Joe, Polo, Girbaud
White tees by Calvin Klein
Footwork two for eighty-nine
Fishbowl watch the chevy slide
Twenty Fours everything buck inside
otherwise you would’ve won and beaten me by now
See how proud your parents are of your brother
But you just let 'em down
You’re a loser a clown
You had a good
to hit the road it's to many sales
Chopper spitting mouth dragon will leave a 100 shells
I know my brothers gone be right there if I ever fail
Pack after
spendin' accidentals, that was when I realized
Big boss, CEO, this was all by design, yeah
I know one nigga get them packs, he say, it's Thrax for real
live
And the money is low, and narcotics are thriving
It's evil, we diagnosed with something that's untreatable
Feel powerless so brothers only have
when I spit shit, right?
26-inch got a deep-dish, my
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell
You know I look down and she on her knees
She look up and she see a G
They get to staring when I hit the scene
They say big snow wack I be like
Big Meech and Larry Hoover, huh
Thirties on my truck, TRX a Barracuda
Sold three bricks of fetty, bought a piece from every jeweler
Yeah, they come
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
Pull her tracks out, yeah, give her backshots
We big dogs, feed the clip until it max out
(Fah) got caught with a brick of fetty
How he back out? (Oh,
(Verse 1)
Everyday I get up and go construction work tryna dig out the hole
Multiply by 10 addition too slow
If I shoot my shot and miss then I
shit
Lift off rounds and jet quick
This piece is gettin heated
Cause a rush, a stampedin
Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
Chorus
Verse
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