Bruddas

(48Hz)
(Al Geno on the track)

Ain't no smackin' or trollin' niggas, we don't troll them niggas, just know we smackin'
You ain't been gettin' active, we ain't good at workin' no keyboards even tho I roll with tappers
When you blow with rappin, it's easy, you find you a plug, most of my bros, we trappin'
Get the load from Cali, make sure you don't catch no DB's, 12 tryna hold you for traffickin'
Put the lights on, my ice hurtin' 'em, hands on like Ike Turner
My jeans Chrome, they not Purple, fifty-five a pint, I pourin' syrup up
She don't wanna stay, I won't make her, the ho come home, she ain't faithful
I took her phone and NDA'd her, even my cologne is non disclosure
Every young nigga I'm ridin' with got a box, shoulda rented a U-Haul truck
Thought we was broke, I'm sorry, my brother it's good, this shit like a Milwaukee Bucks
Got so many clothes, I pop out the rest of my life and switch my outfit up
Used to be my dog, slick nigga turned to a mice, this fuck nigga talk too much
I pour a three up in a Canadian cream soda, high as Britney Spears
On the E-Way V Truck, though it's a BP, I still play the rearview mirror
My wrist is a PP, it's a Patek Philippe, same price of a Richard Mille
The ho bossed up, she on my roster, she team, for real
Talkin' on the jail phone with Gway and Bird, I can't believe you wrote them statements
Tryna hit my lil brother with another gun, now they sayin' that his homie wrote an affidavit
How I reach in her ass, she look like Ashanti, spoil her like a baby
Made it easy to build your cases, you sellin' weed on all your pages
Ridin' through the hood back where they killed Lil G-Dai at, left him on the pavement
Your bro first charge, they hit 'em with a traffic, I hope he get probation
I used to be in the car with Lil Quint, one day I seen him serve his mama
Better put her ass trenches, he left the Goyard in the Bentley, yeah

All my bros be super T'd, all my hoes be super T'd
All my clothes be super T'd, all my shows be super T'd
Detroit vibe, she super T'd up, I ask if she know the Veeze
My ho overstay her visa, all my hoes from overseas

All my cars be super spacious, shut your mouth, fuck who you stay with
And the Cuban short, ain't got a bracelet, I rock Marni on a basis
Hope you niggas don't come through and try to spin, we box shit in, Gervonta Davis
Ain't never ever been on no hate shit, ain't never ever been on no gay shit
I wanna peace of mind, bro wanna pour some Trish up
She wanna fuck my chain down, she wanna suck my wrist up
She gon' sleep with some eight karats, shit keep splittin' my ear up
I spend a bag on Fear Of God, even though a nigga don't fear much
They kill behind bars and they call me Barbarian
Got a European broad, fly the bitch out from Netherlands
Codeine don't fall and I double cup the styrofoam
Crack the seal and freestyle from out the pint, I ain't measurin'
Two-tone watch, couple stones in the bezels
Couple members in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers

Just like brothers, I treat 'em just like brothers
A couple members in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers