"STILL CALL DA BROS" lyrics
(Ayy, what these niggas on, Soulja?)
(Four3va)
Huh, ain't no context in my phone, sometimes I still call my dead bro
I know niggas tryna to get me goin', so I just trashed low
Had to slow down, move fast, I think I hopped on that ho
Out five seen the homicide flashin' the red ho
We got bags on air flow, we put gas in air throw
Tryna to get bun on that body, he cried when they say, "Hell no"
I've been tryna to snatch that pussy up, 7.62 out of hell pump
Just jumpin' runnin' paper up, jump out before the feds come
I've been kinda fucked up cause my nigga really my uh
My bitch start readin' my uh, and my whole ah readin' my yeah
I can't let up no time soon, cause this shit really my year
I tell nobody about yo' goal, they hatin' what they fear
Yo nigga ain't yo nigga shit gone down they ain't with you
I get messy paint picture, pushup tryna to paint swiftly
I was seventeen, two weeks I ran through like a light fifty
Push up with that switch in D.C can't go out like Shy Glizzy
I told gang, "We gotta grow up," lo' look then it's time kickin'
I told gang, "He gotta show up," every time he slide visty
I only did it at nine fifty, nigga got his mouth wicked
Pussy distance and I posted up worth more than a hot snippet
Ooh
Ooh, nigga I'm fly as fuck
Hmm
(Cancer I fuckin' hate you)
Look at my bitch nigga
Fightin' niggas love bad bitches
I love dirty bitches, yeah, I love bad bitches
Yeah, uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break down the eight-corner dollar, bag make thirty-six
Damn, Lil Tony in this bag, nigga rich still ridin' switch
Nigga broke, this shit be bad, can't buy a bike still ridin' dick
Keezy movin' presidential
Everythin' five tent, hold the drop residential
Deno got lil five spent, I can't speak on you lil bro, but I know what mines did
Hope I don't kick nigga droppin' dimes, I droppin' dimes times ten
Shouldn't crossed me, but it lossy, mine and now I'm all in
Tony pushed up Snoop Dog till it smoke all gen
If I see bro, Ima cry, I just hope I don't leave no dick
And I don't got short for niggas, they came in we all be sittin'
Ain't no honor I'm up Steve, grandma told you that, "that one didn't"
Youngin' rich shit still be spinnin', nothin' wrong, but I be trippin'
We to deep finished the mission, after go pray for beginnin'
I really rap for nothin' these niggas cause they roundin' if they kick it
Dick ridin' ass nigga, no respect for no pic
Swag bag nigga don't touch me, I'm don clean just like wick
Trash can and a nigga advance, I be blowin' dilly
All these rap niggas really fake as fuck
21 the realest, can't fuck with me on my worst day
Why would I compete with me
Key, it's key, key
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Uh-uh, nigga it's key nigga
Rich on E nigga, key
Instrumental
(Cancer I fuckin' hate you)
(Four3va)
Huh, ain't no context in my phone, sometimes I still call my dead bro
I know niggas tryna to get me goin', so I just trashed low
Had to slow down, move fast, I think I hopped on that ho
Out five seen the homicide flashin' the red ho
We got bags on air flow, we put gas in air throw
Tryna to get bun on that body, he cried when they say, "Hell no"
I've been tryna to snatch that pussy up, 7.62 out of hell pump
Just jumpin' runnin' paper up, jump out before the feds come
I've been kinda fucked up cause my nigga really my uh
My bitch start readin' my uh, and my whole ah readin' my yeah
I can't let up no time soon, cause this shit really my year
I tell nobody about yo' goal, they hatin' what they fear
Yo nigga ain't yo nigga shit gone down they ain't with you
I get messy paint picture, pushup tryna to paint swiftly
I was seventeen, two weeks I ran through like a light fifty
Push up with that switch in D.C can't go out like Shy Glizzy
I told gang, "We gotta grow up," lo' look then it's time kickin'
I told gang, "He gotta show up," every time he slide visty
I only did it at nine fifty, nigga got his mouth wicked
Pussy distance and I posted up worth more than a hot snippet
Ooh
Ooh, nigga I'm fly as fuck
Hmm
(Cancer I fuckin' hate you)
Look at my bitch nigga
Fightin' niggas love bad bitches
I love dirty bitches, yeah, I love bad bitches
Yeah, uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break down the eight-corner dollar, bag make thirty-six
Damn, Lil Tony in this bag, nigga rich still ridin' switch
Nigga broke, this shit be bad, can't buy a bike still ridin' dick
Keezy movin' presidential
Everythin' five tent, hold the drop residential
Deno got lil five spent, I can't speak on you lil bro, but I know what mines did
Hope I don't kick nigga droppin' dimes, I droppin' dimes times ten
Shouldn't crossed me, but it lossy, mine and now I'm all in
Tony pushed up Snoop Dog till it smoke all gen
If I see bro, Ima cry, I just hope I don't leave no dick
And I don't got short for niggas, they came in we all be sittin'
Ain't no honor I'm up Steve, grandma told you that, "that one didn't"
Youngin' rich shit still be spinnin', nothin' wrong, but I be trippin'
We to deep finished the mission, after go pray for beginnin'
I really rap for nothin' these niggas cause they roundin' if they kick it
Dick ridin' ass nigga, no respect for no pic
Swag bag nigga don't touch me, I'm don clean just like wick
Trash can and a nigga advance, I be blowin' dilly
All these rap niggas really fake as fuck
21 the realest, can't fuck with me on my worst day
Why would I compete with me
Key, it's key, key
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Uh-uh, nigga it's key nigga
Rich on E nigga, key
Instrumental
(Cancer I fuckin' hate you)
