Bruk ft. Yxng Daddah Lyrics

Where you at butah

Dubai shiii flip the

Not what you're saying

Exe tell them where you been shopping though

Bruh I've been all up in Hugo and shit bro

Nigga Hugo Boss

Niggas can't even spell Hugo bro

They on't know

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk in my gut

Got me running it up

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

If my dawg in the cut

Know we stuck in the mud

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

If I missed on your call

Sorry boo it's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

I forgot what I'm doing

On bro it's the bruk

Nigga

On me it's the bruk

I swear lil bro

It's the bruk

On me it's the bruk

I swear lil bro

It's the bruk

Two cups and I'm rolling

I'm deep in my gaze

Switch up the flow

Get it cracking again

Six in the morning

I'm rolling a slim

Still brushing my wave

And I got you a trim

Neighbours can't wiff

Where I'm at if they wished

Private location

Off grid in the 6

Deep in the west

Or off coast in the east

Got vibes in the spot

And they feeling the team

Loosen the pack

Feed the fiends on my block

Love from the streets

Worth the pain that I caused

I tell you the truth

But this ain't what you thought

Been sipping this muddy

It's slowing my thoughts

Straight out the projects

I came out the gutta my brother

I had no faith

I was serving abusers

I hit a lick

And I call up the trenches

I make an appointment

Depends on the user

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk in my gut

Got me running it up

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

If my dawg in the cut

Know we stuck in the mud

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

If I missed on your call

Sorry boo it's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

It's the bruk

I forgot what I'm doing

On bro it's the bruk

Nigga

On me it's the bruk

I swear lil bro

It's the bruk

On me it's the bruk

I swear lil bro

It's the bruk

Bitch

What you mad fo

Cause this mud in my cup

Looking asphalt

Stupid

How we do this

Bennylyn

Tropicana or fruity

Dumb ass

Dawg n em

Turn you blunt

Lil punk this a banyazi

Legs dead on yo boy

Like in degrasse

OG in my blunt

That's yo friend

Fr

Don't fuck with the clip

That extend

Fr

Big boys in the clique

Make you bend

Fr

You talk shit

Must be touched in the head

Fr

Ain't you the one that got touch by a poof

On me

This a trap house theme song

On Tory Lanez

I'ma shoot this nigga feet off

Hit you in the head

Make yo legs go seesaw

Bitch don't touch the cup

I will go Deebo

Big Mac

Got the Mac

And the Mac do work

Huncho

Send you searching for God

Fr

Daddah

Pass this nigga a vest

Big bullies in the mag

And they tear through flesh

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