Brothers Lyrics

Anadwoboyz in the cut

Tha midnight broskis you feel me

Ssypu nigga be straight nigga dont hate

Nigga dont fake nigga

Shush men you talking bush nigga

I'm from the west coast nigga

Wonni hwee a wo de b3 flex me

Broke nigga I'm straight nigga

Mb's be the broskis

Anadwo y3n b3de

Nazy king know how we doing it

Kelvin be ma broski and i gotta show

Him how we doing it

Lay your mind on the grind

Later on you gona shine

What be club you be drink

I dey hussle i be rich

Mandem you dey sick

You be broke you dey sick

Broke niggas is sick

Men i gotta do this for ma brothers whoo

Men i gotta do this for ma momma whoo

Men i gotta do this for ma niggaz in the hood

And i know they love me too

Click clack triple that nigga

Rolling trees be the pain killer

Dabro 3ny3 k tal

Sliding y3 k wal

Gang gang ima le call

I need the money nigga

I need the benz dont need the trends

Niggaz dwen s3 dey go fi do anything for the trends

Young nigga i ain't trippin

Kicks no y3 ce ni so young nigga I'm dripping

Humphrey twa me shot

King nazy y3 me blood

Ma bruddas yea we did it

And a nigga living stunning

All ma niggas one hunnid

We been running round the streets tryna get it right

All ma niggas so fly

High fly in da sky

Me no mey3 hard nigga

Bad boy menni fie

Bare bitch me gye tire

Kasa pii dey suck me menp3 s3 me tie

You right about that though bro

Talking is for planning

Man still gots to go get that shit

Its what we here for

Cool down i been in it since niggas call it

prime I don't call it rhymes eye boy no life

Adey live it live

Do the shit put it in my lines

Fuck a hoe she ain't worth the rhyme

Do the beat se cno aa sample am then toss it

out menye sorry baako kraa 3y3 daily life

Cool down don't fuck around

Different level when niggas touchdown

Ain't no front man eye shutdown

It's a whole ounce when I frass now

It's all black se yeba down aa never tripping

never back down

Only bitches get my back down

Hold her hands down adey trust none

We slide with it

Anyway anyday anyhow

Bro bro need me biaa he just holler

Ima pop up

For my brudda

In the gutter he had a nigga

If you try slash obi fuck around he a goner

Make your streets come hot like it's dinner

With de bap bap tizing

Fuck around i take the kill-shot while I'm smiling

Grind on em twenty-four sevens

Make it ready

Mandem certi

Want the cheddie 

gimme fetty