AYE BRUH BRUH. ft. CAMO LE'FLARE Lyrics

Aye bruh bruh

Flick me up a nigga feeling dripped up

Uh

Now they coming around cause I'm next up yeah

Niggas saying this and that I got it out the mud

And no one on one these days so bring a fifth man

Uh

Bend the block on purpose we surfing uh

Way back when she made me nervous

Now I'm in her throat

Trouble playing by the rules all my dawgs selling dope

I'm behind the counter working it's urkin' my mood

I ain't got the time but my wrist buss

Why you steady on my line I don't pick up

I could see it in your eyes you gone switch up

Nigga say he swear to god better bless up

Aye yeah

Cutting all my ties I ain't fucking with no slugs

Nigga go and get a job why you leaching like a bum

Burning up the pot take a flight to the plug

Trying to gamble with your life roll the dice like it's fun

These niggas saying this and that

Lying on me ain't gone get your bitches back

Nigga spying on me ain't the way to get this fresh

I had a dime way before I ever touched a check

Yeah

Baby give me top like a fitted hat

Nigga I be suited with that iron

Call us men in black

Shorty for the streets I get mine

Then I send her back

Took her to the beach by surprise

Know I get it wet

Get it wet yeah

My lil dawgy bumping herbo

On swerve mode

Pocket full of dubs off the syrup

So he ride slow

If you scared cube said it

Go to church hoe

Momma ain't gonna save you from the devil

He in work mode

Aye bruh bruh

Flick me up a nigga feeling dripped up

Uh

Now they coming around cause I'm next up yeah

Niggas saying this and that I got it out the mud

And no one on one these days so bring a fifth man

Uh

Bend the block on purpose we surfing uh

Way back when she made me nervous

Now I'm in her throat

Trouble playing by the rules all my dawgs selling dope

I'm behind the counter working it's urkin' my mood

I ain't got the time

Baby fuck your attitude

Super soaker pussy

But keep fucking up my mood

I'm tired of it fired off that dope

So bitch I'm through

Put the burner to the pot

Now we cooking up like stew

Pressure get applied

Now they tricking like a hoe

Fade away LeBron

Only time before you ghost

Lingerie through the fire

Lit lit line up the smoke

Nigga spit it through the wire

Spark a vibe get a dose

How your pussy all online

But you claim you ain't no hoe

Tryna lay up with the boss

I had to hit her with that woah

Got me in the club

Like I'm fifty throwing bow's

Nigga load up all the slugs in the semi

It's a go