Demetrius - bronco Lyrics

I guess a nigga talk about these hammers too much
I guess I talk about my family too much
Two things that I’m scared to let go of
The world so cold, a nigga gotta show no love
First met my girl I tried to tell her I had no heart
That shit a get you killed
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
We’ll meet again when it all rotates
But until then I refuse to lay down and roll over
That’s not my MO
That’s not our motion
You need a motive
You need to hand out?
Then relocate
We’ll snatch ya shit broad day in the wide open
That’s called feedin’ the wolves nigga
We all hungry
We got some time
It’s all stolen
My mama ain’t supposed to be there
At my grand closing
So if you won’t fight
You can’t go
We can’t fold
Niggas outchea thinkn’ they thugs
Crashed drunk up off that hype
You outchea thinkin’ it’s buzz
Get ya dog flipped backwards
Outchea thinkin’ you God
I swear I think it’s the drug
I hate to see that shit in they eyes
The demons control em
Come meet the grim reaper
I’m the repo man
I’m seakin’ yo soul
We need it whole
So play along
Or back up off me
You’ll want some space inside the coffin
They’ll find you in them Appalachian mountains lost
Departed
Bitch Stop it
What you doing if my niggas come thru mobbin’
Use ya logic
Or lose your knowledge
I’ll prolly go at 33 if I’m lucky
Ain’t shit promised
And to be honest
I won’t be sorry if I die in the blaze of fire
I’ll end my days how I lived ‘em out
Hot
This ain’t a front
This a stick up
We don’t do no drugs
We just flip ‘em
Gotta get keep a lame hoe at a distance
These diva ass niggas make me
Bitch ass niggas
This ain’t a front
This a stick up
We don’t do no drugs
We just flip ‘em
Gotta get keep a lame hoe at a distance
These diva ass niggas make me sick
I quit the sippin’
Me and my niggas split the chicken
A nigga pimpin’
Me and my lady split a bitch
Had her for dinner
We had her drippin’

I guess a nigga talk about these hammers too much
I guess I talk about my family too much
Two things that I’m scared to let go of
The world so cold, a nigga gotta show no love
First met my girl I tried to tell her I had no heart
That shit a get you killed
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
We’ll meet again when it all rotates
But until then I refuse to lay down and roll over
That’s not my MO
That’s not our motion
You need a motive
You need to hand out?
Then relocate
We’ll snatch ya shit broad day in the wide open
That’s called feedin’ the wolves nigga
We all hungry
We got some time
It’s all stolen
My mama ain’t supposed to be there
At my grand closing
So if you won’t fight
You can’t go
We can’t fold
Niggas outchea thinkn’ they thugs
Crashed drunk up off that hype
You outchea thinkin’ it’s buzz
Get ya dog flipped backwards
Outchea thinkin’ you God
I swear I think it’s the drug
I hate to see that shit in they eyes
The demons control em
Come meet the grim reaper
I’m the repo man
I’m seakin’ yo soul
We need it whole
So play along
Or back up off me
You’ll want some space inside the coffin
They’ll find you in them Appalachian mountains lost
Departed
Bitch Stop it
What you doing if my niggas come thru mobbin’
Use ya logic
Or lose your knowledge
I’ll prolly go at 33 if I’m lucky
Ain’t shit promised
And to be honest
I won’t be sorry if I die in the blaze of fire
I’ll end my days how I lived ‘em out
Hot
This ain’t a front
This a stick up
We don’t do no drugs
We just flip ‘em
Gotta get keep a lame hoe at a distance
These diva ass niggas make me
Bitch ass niggas
This ain’t a front
This a stick up
We don’t do no drugs
We just flip ‘em
Gotta get keep a lame hoe at a distance
These diva ass niggas make me sick
I quit the sippin’
Me and my niggas split the chicken
A nigga pimpin’
Me and my lady split a bitch
Had her for dinner
We had her drippin’