Bruddas

Letra / Lyrics

Bruddas — Rylo Rodriguez

(48Hz) (Al Geno on the track) Ain't no smackin' or trollin' niggas, we don't troll the niggas, just know we smackin' You ain't been gettin' active, we ain't good at workin' no keyboard even though I roll with tappers When you blow with rappin', it's easy, you find you a plug, most of my bro, 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 ridin' with got a box, shoulda rented a U-Haul truck Thought we was broke, I'm sorry, my brother it 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 dawg, 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 Spear' 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 Talkin' on the jail phone with Gway and Bird, I can't believe you wrote them statement Tryna hit my lil' brother with another gun, now they sayin' 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 yo' cases, you sellin' weed on all yo' pages Ridin' through the hood back where they killed Lil G-Dai at, left him on the pavement Yo' bro first charge, they hit 'em with a traffic, 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, yeah All my bro be super T'd, all my ho be super T'd All my clothe be super T'd, all my show 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 ho from oversea All my car be super spacious, shut yo' mouth, fuck who you stay with And the Cuban short, ain't got a bracelet, I rock Marni on a basis Hope you nigga don't come through and try to spin, we box shit in, Gervonta Davis Ain't never ever been on no hate shit, ain't never ever been on no gay shit I wanna peace of mind, bro wanna pour some Trish up She wanna fuck my chain down, she wanna suck my wrist up She gon' sleep with some eight karats, 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, fly the bitch out from Netherland' Codeine don't fall, and I double cup the shtyrofoam Crack the seal and freeshtyle from out the pint, I ain't measurin' Two-tone watch, couple stones in the bezels Couple members in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers Just like brothers, I treat 'em ju' like brothers A couple members in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers