Da Bros ft. 808 Lyrics

Slatt slatt

Yea yea

Slatt slatt

Yea yea

Slatt slatt

Yea yea

Sliming dat nigga

We wiping his nose

Drip on my body

So yea imma pose

I'm number one

Damn i feel like d rose

Seajay and 808

Yea we da bros

Yea we da bros

And we get bitches

Don't care what you say

Do not finish yo sentence

Give us the trophy my nigga we winning

Talk about us

Got my young niggas spinning

Hit her nine times

Last baseball inning

Been rapping so long

But it's only beginning

Diamonds dancing gotta young nigga swimming

Take me serious cuz no i'm not kidding

Made her meow

I beat up da kitten

Flamed up a wood

And that bitch hitting

I took a stand

While these lil niggas sitting

Tag team ya hoe

Got her submitting

Niggas vampires

Biting my style

Bitches pulling up

We got em in piles

Clean asl

Man i feel like a aisle and yo bitch on us

And she wanna get wild

Choppa a guillotine

Sip on promethazine 

Seajay and 808 money a tendency,

Hop on this bitch an go hard like Comethazine,

Bro is gone blow up some shit if you testing me,

Get rich or die trying they say is our destiny,

Put seed on her bun like that shit was sum sesame,

Smoke me a wood an that bitch get the best of me,

Choppa around you might not see it right next ta me,

Blowing exotic we smoke on that heavenly,

Don't listen ta nothing a bitch nigga tellin me,

Take off a foot if you thinking bout catching me,

Fucked me a bitch that was famous like Stephane,

Crazy how fame is the way you respecting me,

A box is the answer if he thinking about checking me

Fuck up yo life with this shit like some Hennessy,

Sorry not sorry you shouldn't have tested me