Brotherband ft. rurikiyoto, two.cozyy & Riley Rays Lyrics

(This World Shall Know Pain)

Yeah, n my choppa it won't miss, yeah

That's your shawty and she known for sucking dick, wooh

Popping perc's on the low with your bitch

I'm alone in this bitch

Got a model hoe in this bitch

She gave me throat in this bitch

I'm off that dope in this bitch

She gon suck my dick, then she hit the door in this bitch

I can't trust no hoe in this bitch

I'm with my bros in this bitch

I'm still a kid but you know I'm getting dough in this bitch

Nah you ain't known in this bitch

You ain't swinging poles in this bitch

You ain't gangster nigga you just for 'em hoes little bitch

Yeah, got a shawty light skin tone in this bitch

Shawty got that ass I'm like "where you going?" in this bitch

Aiming at your dome in this bitch

Like what you pouring in this bitch, yeah

Yeah, Fuck that shawty hella slow in this bitch

Ha

Yeah my ex hoe she tired of me

Why the fuck she lie to me?

I got that dawg inside of me

Tonka switching lanes

Bitch she better than your main bitch

Add a muh fucking clip choppa make it, click

Baahh

Off that wocky n I know no one can stop me

And they tell me I'm a God

I look at 'em and I say "probably"

I got suited up, kicks up, bih I'm in the stu

Counting money counting cash

I'm feeling green just like the hulk, I'm finna shoot (yeah)

Shoot up at yo hoes spot

Niggas rap bout goats Glocks

Cause I always hear the shots

Popping up your own block

We gon make a fucking pot

Tell me what's the fucking drop

Hadda go and get a lot

Had it like a fucking mob

Oh my gosh fuckklife4death

Why this shawty moving zesty

She used to call me her bestie

I'm gon play her like I'm Messi

Never forget my OG Jesse

I stole your bitch, didn't finesse

He a fan he in my requests

He said he bullet proof

If he thinks that let's put that to the test

That nigga talking lotta smack

Ruri gon put him in a pack

Gotta get my bag, I'm so rich

Yeah I'll fuck your bitch

Bitch Bitch

Yeah

Wh-wh-who the fuck gon stop me when I'm aiming for your top, yeah

How we send that nigga back and we done took his Glock, man

Now that nigga mad coz his bitch just gave me top

Now he talk up on the net, I told him spin my block, yeah

Man this shit forever yeah we know we ain't gon stop, yeah

He testing my gangster I said put that Drac to test, yeah

When I catch him lacking you know imma leave a mess

Now I'm with his bitch and I'm licking on her chest

Why you wear a vest boy I'm aiming for your neck, yeah

Then I call up Zan man he asking where he at

He said drop the lo' man we boutta up da sco, yeah

He pull out the scope so I sent that thotty home

I heard that she claimed me, I ain't ever fucked that hoe, uh-hu

That lil bitch a groupie so I passed her to my bro, yeah

Now we in a truck so we throwing up that four