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Said that's my brother (brodie) We some rich ass stunners Get a drop top when they run us Said that's my brother (brodie) We some rich ass stunners Get a drop top when they run us Said that's my brother (brodie) We some rich ass stunners Get a drop top when they run us Said that's my brother (brodie) We some rich ass stunners Get a drop top when they run us, yeah, yeah Damn, why you turn into a runner? And all my motherfuckers rich of the donna Free Melly, Free Tory, Free Thugger (free Thug) Said she want a man coming from the gutter (down there) We some killers, we sum villains, we are a freak (yeah) It's just me and my dawgs on the street I be cruising through the sea, I can't miss a beat Know I got 100s, I put 40 on some sticks She said she want a man with a big dick (yea) I asked her "What is she waiting for?" We hit, hit I'm a man on a mission to get riches And I feel like all these motherfuckers acting like some bitches (oh, why?) And I know that you got somethin' that you missing Why you tryna switch on me? You tryna get it? And I just made the best book that's never wrote It's just me and my brothers, had the game by its throat I put my business on God Build it up until we standing on top of the opps Why the fuck they think we will stop? Me and my brothers, we getting the drop (say what?) That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make Keep them all in the bed, and you act like it's fake Bang bang, goes the sound of the chopper, bullet rain Bang bang, goes the sound of the chopper, bullet rain I had this game by the throat since they heard I'm on go And these opps like they hoes, and that's just how they go I'm a killer, this saga I wrote, I turn it to seven, crash out to 11 I turn up my city, it's me and my bredrin (my bredrin) I just took a trip out to Benin, I cruise out to Mali to Malta in seconds I'm crashing in Greece, these Apostles type lessons Act like I'm killing these haters dramatically Wrapping a cord 'round they neck, I'ma let 'em leave This the remedy, this why they envy me This the shit that you'd bump in your 70s In the smoke room like we popped in the 70s For my brothers, my others, my remedies (For my brothers, my others, my remedies) (For my brothers, my others, my remedies) (Grrah)
Writer(s): Dashaun Isaiah Shute Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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