Blood Brothers ft. LAJ Lyrics

Don't try to fuck with me you kno that ian one of them

One Glock Two glocks, You know I had to double em

Don't matter what I'm coming wit

Running to the bag so fast I be looking like usain with them hunnids

Two chains bLike the blades of chaos

Blood pumped in my veins

Niggas think it's a game

If you fw the gang

You get greased In ya top

Don't fw the gang

You

Never gon stress over little cuz I'm big dog

Always stood tall never worried bout the shit talk

Cuz niggas like to yap all that talking no that shit for the birds. Me and my niggas fully buckled let me know what's the word

Cuz I've been humble for the longest that shit runtz now

I'm looking at them haters I'm like what now

You mad that I am up now.

Wsp now

You know that I've been broken before

Weren't fucking wit me back then but now I'm playing that role

You slimed me out

When I never expected

Led me straight to the exit

I gave you everything but now I'm being modest

Told that bitch don't try to come back cuz you never being honest

All the people wit me now they ain't gon just stop being solid

I keep 3 to 4 glocks like my name was fucking giannis

3 to 4 chops but I ain't no fucking pilot

Nina called Anita cuz it Bake you when it's Hollerin

My fuckin shooter kinda sick

The G-Lock was his Father Fig

His Wand'll sing, Shit'll make u poof, on Harry Potter tings

Asked em how much bread he want for this he told me, Nada thing

My bitch told me be careful but I can't my head the hottest thing

I use my head but crashin out if needed like a Honda Civ.

I cannot lie I'm goin crazy like I'm Donda Kid

We just wanna make a nigga casket His Pajama fit

The man he died, We got his momma downin lotta cigs

2 Bad, a hole up in ya durag the new swag

It's difference when it come to trust

Buddy aint knowin dat his bitch a fuckin slut to us

I send her back after givin dat pussy a whole upper cut

Just take the L, be superman, we'll flip the L & slug em up

Pour up a 4 ion get drunk I get sauced asf

I smoke a lot runtz u wan be one? Well just drawl, ya done

Talkin bad about 2quality it's gone cost a lung

Off of a curry he gone shoot a 3 now he a lost a bruv

Get off my D, pause that's sus

U slime me out when I expect

Led me str8 to the exit

I gave you everything but now I'm being modest

Told dat bitch don't try to come back cuz u never bein honest

All the people wit me now they ain't gone stop being solid

Keep

3 to 4 glocks like my name was fuckin Giannis

3 to 4 chops but I ain't no fuckin pilot

He need 3 to 4 docs to help his breathin buddy dyin

We ain't Cena nigga no more, he a example of who John is

Fuck off!