Brudda

Rock out that bitch with my brudda She don't wanna give me lovin' F*ck it we ball we stuffin Pockets they fat like a pooh Shout out that bitch gimme loot I pour a duce in a coupe I get the top I'm loose Stop talking bout u coo Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out like a guitar I gotta hoe in the stars F*ck gas I'm going to Mars Fly dat bitch off the bars Backwoods I'm stuffin, f*ck it u bluffin Ain't on that tussin, Bitch u was nothing F*ck with that other shit, u ain't with brudda shi U dats my gang go life, put a lil fangs on ice Would u rather be broke, sit yo ass on a porch I just might nut I'm yo head, u can tell by the clean I just might pull out the sheen, all dese bitches on me U bluffin u ran with the dope, stop joking yo feelings is hurt If I'm with Uzi you straight off the vert, play wit me n u back in the dirt Nigga stop bustin the Uzi, she got a wet lil coochie Dese niggas be some slime nudy, bitch u know dat I'm ruly Lets f*ck in da back, hoe don't fuckin relax Or u might just relapse, I got the gas & the pack I put yo hoe on the Mac, f*ck it we killing the trap, gas moving like the fax Bitch on me like on slatt, blood in the water like tap I got that bitch in the flat, gas moving like the fax, bitch on me like on slatt Rock out that bitch with my brudda She don't wanna give me lovin' F*ck it we ball we stuffin Pockets they fat like a pooh Shout out that bitch gimme loot I pour a duce in a coupe I get the top I'm loose Stop talking bout u coo Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out Rock it out like a guitar I gotta hoe in the stars F*ck gas I'm going to Mars Fly dat bitch off the bars