Little Brother

I only got brothers I ain’t got friends We been locked in like dreadhead strands Stuck together like new fresh bands And Press down on these f*ck niggas like dress pants Da F*ck is they talking bout Niggas always loud But what is they talking bout F*ck we finna chalk em out Line em up Knock em down like we do the sales Dawg shaking like he nerves bad He finna tell I’m finna f*ck his bitch while he in the cell It’s 50 50 chance Either head or tales I can eye ball the weight I don’t need a scale Brody gettin of dat weight Got em looking frail We sitting on the block waiting on the mail The addy is a Bando ain’t got no bell Brody hittin all fucking sales I’m thinking to myself Like damn I taught em well My lil bro He be trappin on da block Serve you out da whip One hand on da glock He a fool wit it scraping out da pot West side nigga Stay on L block He a demon wit da pistol He ah pop (yea) Shoot ya whip up Have you shell shocked (yea) My lil bro he be trappin on da block Serve you out da whip One hand on da glock One hand on the bag One hand on the can The feds spread the block They just tryna jam We just copped 1000 grams We tryna cram It’s a young Nigga world Gah damn Niggas talking crazy need to buckle down I’ll pull on the strap n shut shit down Between me and bro We got a 100 rounds We only need one to knock a nigga down My bro a marksman wit dat pistol You a marked man If i miss you He gon hit you Freddy Jason If he don’t get u Imma u Ripping through yo tissue That’s how we settle issues bitch My lil bro He be trappin on da block Serve you out da whip One hand on da glock He a fool wit it scraping out da pot West side nigga Stay on L block He a demon wit da pistol He ah pop (yea) Shoot ya whip up Have you shell shocked (yea) My lil bro he be trappin on da block Serve you out da whip One hand on da glock