brosfallout Lyrics

(I just feel like some shit shouldn't of happened)

(Like why you do that to me, feel me, your brother)

Uh

You was my bro, why would you fold on me?

Uh-huh, thinking 'bout shit that we did back when we homies

Uh-huh, thinking about what you did to me, that shit was phony

Uh-huh

Man, fuck what I'm talking bout, I'm on some other shit

Man, fuck all that other shit

My twin, my brudda, locked in, why you do that shit

Grew up on some brother shit

I knew you since I was a little jit, uh

Love your mother like she was my own

Now I can't even call my bro phone

You know bros gon' fall out and shit

But I ain't think you was on that type-timing

Fuckin' with me, you knew that shit was grimey

Then the whole time you had the knife behind me, uh

We was supposed to be shining, together

But you went up and fucked up the weather

Dynamic duo, was better than ever

Bros gon' fall out, it's whatever

Never fought once, but we knew better

Why we fighting, we better together

Disagreements, the gang ain't together

Fuck that shit, man that's it, now we severed

Stack the munyun together, the money

Bro, stop playing, you know it ain't funny

Seen the darkest of days, 2020

When you asked me, "Bro, do this bitch love me?"

Don't need a bitch, you need the gang

Stand some bread and get some fame, is you insane?

If we stay in our lane, the bitches remember our names

Is you insane?

Uh, stay true to the gang

We gotta wait for it in vain

And just stay the same

You forgot the plan, brodie, you changed

No nigga don't ask me for change

Nigga look at me,

I did it!

I finally made me a muhfuckin' million

You could've been here with me

You showed your true colors just like a chameleon, uh

Not my blood, but you felt like my own

Now I can't even call my bro phone

Man, fuck what I'm talking bout, I'm on some other shit

Man, fuck all that other shit

My twin, my brudda, locked in, why you do that shit

Grew up on some brother shit

I knew you since I was a little jit, uh

Love your mother like she was my own

Now I can't even call my bro phone

You know bros gon' fall out and shit

But I ain't think you was on that type-timing

Fuckin' with me, you knew that shit was grimey

Then the whole time you had the knife behind me, uh

We was supposed to be shining, together

But you went up and fucked up the weather

Dynamic duo, was better than ever

Bros gon' fall out, it's whatever