Lyrics
My brother don't miss
My brother don't trip
My brother got hits
My brother got sticks
My brother got a 9 and a clip in the whip
Duckin' 2 times 6
My brother count numbers that don't make sense
All the way to the cents
No sleep no rest
My brother got right when the girl went left
Had fun with her friends
Took her down in the dms no text
My brother got two phones, London town
My brother push pounds
My brother got the trap mobile trap boomin (metro)
Biscotti cookies a whole lotta (petrol)
'scotti gon'
'scotti gon beam 'em too high
The fiends getting outta control
He cold
My brother went AP on AP it froze on her wrist
My brother went navy, got wavy for this
My brother went crazy to get the assist and went Magic with it
Too legit
My brother spent racks on the flight and the 'tel for the night
Took your girl to the fight
I don't care to play nice
You can step in the ring if you like
The Glock got a switch 'n a beam
My brother don't play if you switch on the team
Feel like dirk when we packing the heat
Man, my brother had lil shawty kissing the ring
And the Nike elites
Greedy how my brother eats
He got out and was missing the streets
My brother made a new road and let everyone know
Your bag
Your bag getting old
My brother could service your loan
If you know then you know
My brother been paying your label
To make sure you not gonna blow
Ceviche and wine on the beach
With Alyssa and Jo
My brother been having them both
My bro had a show in the bowl and we pack it like who tryna smoke?
Been on a roll like Hawaiian
We out at the cookout
They playing the music and vibing
My brother the number one signing