"Bruddas" lyrics

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Al Geno on the track

Ain't no smackin' the troll on niggas, we don't troll them niggas, just know we smack them
You ain't been gettin' active, we ain't good at working no keyboard, even though 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
55 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 riding with got a box, should've rented a U-Haul truck
Thought we was broke, I'm sorry, my brother, it's good, this shit like a Milwaukee Buck
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
Talking on the jail phone with G-way and Bird, I can't believe you wrote them statements
Tryna hit my lil' brudda with another gun, now they saying 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're selling weed on all your pages
Ride through the hood back where they killed Lil G at, left him on the pavement
Your bro first charge. they hit 'em with a traffic, now 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

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
Have a Cuban shorty 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, I ain't never ever been on no gay shit
I wanna peace of mind, bro, bro wanna pour some Tris' up
She wanna fuck my chain down, she wanna suck my wrist up
She gonna sleep with some eight carats, 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, I 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 car, treat 'em just like brothers

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