Intro (feat. EGM Bryson)

Me and twin here best friends, we the real bang bros Better tuck your chain when we around cause we'll take those Bitches do it for the gram and I swear I hate hoes Come up on me acting dumb nigga I'ma up the pole Nigga, that's the fucking chop every time I'm with your bitch nigga I get a little top Like Snoop Dogg I'ma make it drop like it's hot Real VVS's on my arm you can check the watch Bitch, we the youngest nigga trippin' and I catch a nigga out Come on check it, freaky itchy Brody cooking up Betty Crocker in the kitchen Me and my nigga crazy Hell, we don't even know our limits I don't play no games I got two pairs up in the sweep I'ma stack the cups Niggas up like I'm Bryson Popovich yeah, yeah And I'm bout to pop this bitch, he acting tough on the ground, come on he ain't popping shit We don't even know our limits We just fucking this shit up 500 for some socks I don't really give a f*ck Why you acting like a gangster when your ass ain't even tough Bro, I really blow that bitch man, your ass better duck Yeah, with this shit yeah, it's your bitch If I catch a nigga out, the nigga better have his stick Nothing sweet in the hood, getting robbed out they blick If a nigga mad about it, I'll hit him in his lip I let the band drop itself, that bitch ghost ride I tried to be loyal, but shit, Lord knows I'm trying If you speak on YT and I had a goon, fry him Opps say they up a hundred, man, them niggas dying It's bad, Bougie and the Barbie I've been laying off the beef And my fucker on the starter I'm Toronto making plays Like my man Kyle Laurie And I'm jumping off the rope Like my nigga Jeff Hardy