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I don't even like this beat
But fucc it
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Right or wrong imma slide bout my brother
Yea it's stamped i would die for my brother
If he locked fly the kite to my brother
Hold him down yea his mother my mother
Sell a dream to a bitch i don't love her
But i'll tell her w.e yo fucc her
If i spot me an opp it get gutta
Hit the gas. spin the wheel. we burn rubber
Right or wrong imma ride for my brother
I slide w/ my brother
Get high w/ my brother
Wont lie to my brother
These niggas ain't real
They won't die 4 they brother
They get in a jam
And get shot w/ they brother
They birds only right that they flock w/ eachother
But damn
How tf you get shot w/ ya brother
My brother the type
To get locked w/ each other
We all tote the rock
Like dwayne fucc a cutta
This bitch think i love her
On god i don't love her
I pass to my brother
Right a after i fucced her
She dumb as a bitch
I can't make her no mother
I hit w/ a rubber
Right after i dub her
I'm come from the gutta
Where rain turn to puddle
The shit that you say
Can get hits on ya brother
My niggas don't play
They'll send shots at ya mother
Have her fallin out like she wenndy
On substance
You want it
I got it
My trey like 100
I don't do no bluffin
When money the subject
My nina a victum
They gone have to fix em
He tryna rob me
He gone get hit w/ pippen
That's 33 shots
From three shooters division
You don't want this mission
You gone end up twitching
Right or wrong imma slide bout my brother
Yea it's stamped i would die for my brother
If he locked fly the kite to my brother
Hold him down yea his mother my mother
Sell a dream to a bitch i don't love her
But i'll tell her w.e yo fucc her
If i spot me an opp it get gutta
Hit the gas. spin the wheel. we burn rubber
Whachu know bout riding 4 ya brother
Whachu kno bout slidin 4 ya bother
Whachu kno bout getting that call
And it's 3 in morning
Outside for ya brother
Cause my bothers real close & i love em
You'da thought these the sons of my mother
We won't beef over bitches for nothing
But i will get a bitch beat for bluffin
You a funny lil nigga davy ruffin
Try that funny shit w/ me
And imma punch ya
I'm front line w/ my troops like we in russia
If you survive you a lucky mfer
But if you don't
The casket closed like they some shutters
Bitches know that i'm the one
There ain't no other
