Brothers
Lyrics
Catch you slipping after dark and hit you every way
You messed with the wrong ones we then heavyweights
Once I drag you by your feet then there's no escape
Have you call your baby momma say your running late
You a wanksta who can't make his own money
Keep that little bread cuz you lookin' real hungry
Claiming you a thug well homie you real funny
Messing with the wrong one you a real dummy
If I really wanted you gone shady would get it done
But it ain't even like that rather show you I'm the one
I brought my brother to so he could enjoy the fun
And I promise if you try us your homies are gonna run
They ask me where I been in the Whitt stuck in my ways
Teach my brother how to make plays so he gets paid
I'm talking legit, cuz ima always keep you safe
If I taught you anything it's do you let em hate
The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers
The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers
I got his back until I die for him ima cover
Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder
We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers
We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers
Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other
Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter
Very anti social but best believe that these fist talk
Mess with one of us and you getting jumped this ain't kriss kross
Looking like jazzy jeff when he used to get tossed
Ain't got my own business yet but I'm a big boss
Youngest rapper in my city I'm repping my section
Have you running from my fist I don't need weapon
Got the the plays from my brother now we steady flexing
Thought I couldn't do it then you should stop your guessing
If you ain't one of us the. You should get to running
I'm born ready hustle steady I ain't never fronting
We the brothers from the Whitt that got the city jumping
Fee Fi Fo Fum you can hear us thumping
Hold up for a sec, let me catch my breath
Uhhh when you talk say it with your chest
Made it out the struggle now I'm feeling blessed
I'm working hard right now so I don't gotta stress
The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers
The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers
I got his back until I die for him ima cover
Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder
We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers
We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers
Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other
Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter
Haha
I'm proud of you bro
I know times is hard but, aye that's life
I know you a strong dude and the type to fight
Just know you gonna always make it through
And God will never give us nothing we can't handle
I got your back for life, call me I'm there and that's mando
Love you
The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers
The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers
I got his back until I die for him ima cover
Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder
We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers
We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers
Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other
Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter
The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers
The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers
I got his back until I die for him ima cover
Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder
We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers
We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers
Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other
Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Yeah we them brothers
Writer(s): WILLIAM NORMAN BARTON, ANTHONY LAMONT GARCIA, TYRONE THOMAS F NOONAN, HENRY GARCIA, DANNY SABER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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