Picking up The Bro’s

Lyrics

[Intro] You sitting in dark- You sitting in darkness Yeah Shit Yeah Mmm Shit, let's go, go, let's go [Chorus] I ran out of bags Move, I'm taking whatever he got It's scary and I can't fit in that lil' cab It's hot and one of yall stink in this box This groupie lil' hoe trying to give me that bop We won't be your friend, give me the gat' And this girl is so lame, you ain't catching no mood Yeah, I'm In a lil' mood Damn, when her pockets jump I'm like "move" And your pockets jump out like "move" Damn, and you better have your lil' woo And if I can't woo then my brother gone shoot I got 2 seats in this bitch ain't no coupe Got 2 seats in this bitch, pick up a load And my space the only one pick up the bros The gang, the boys, gone play with a load She cheating, I saw her ass pick up her coat Dumb lil' bitch, better give me that nose [Verse] Flipping the car like, like the bowl And he know I got trees And I stay at the place, get whatever you need Nigga stay on the low, nigga far as the D If you can't do it for you, nigga do it for me Niggas be through it, they come to the G If I got the flu, I'ma smoke a whole G Nigga gimme the wood, I just woke up from sleep He don't see lil Boof, he just notices me I got space in this bitch, but I'm high like I'm up in degrees You don't notice my shirt, but you notice them jeans Only like Curry, I'm shooting from 3 I'm shooting one shot, but I'm hitting like three Thinking he hot, he ain't in it like me I got them too up, I'm connecting my jeans You next, but you don't even know what that means I cut out the pocket to sell a few things Run this shit out, you do not need a hand Glock 26, keep that one in my left hand Popped on your bitch, but you know that I left her I got that shit on my coat like it's, huh, yeah like feathers We be outside any weather Change a location on nigga like heather I can not hug you lil bitch I'm a pat man I'm staying down with that guap, you a member He ain't on that bullshit, he a trender I got on that bullshit, I be trendy Ducking on these pot hoes, like I'm Lenin' I got all that guapo, in a lambo I swear I won't show a reaction on camera You sure react too fast I'ma stay on my coupe so I know I won't crash And I want your hoe, but a nigga gone flash Can't look at my pocket, cause I know I'm gone lose this cash Damn, yeah [Bridge] You sitting in dark- You sitting in darkness Yeah Shit Yeah Mmm Shit, let's go, go, let's go [Chorus] I ran out of bags Move, I'm taking whatever he got It's scary and I can't fit in that lil' cab It's hot and one of yall stink in this box This groupie lil' hoe trying to give me that bop We won't be your friend, give me the gat' And this girl is so lame, you ain't catching no mood Yeah, I'm In a lil' mood Damn, when her pockets jump I'm like "move" And your pockets jump out like "move" Damn, and you better have your lil' woo And if I can't woo then my brother gone shoot I got 2 seats in this bitch ain't no coupe Got 2 seats in this bitch, pick up a load And my space the only one pick up the bros The gang, the boys, gone play with a low She cheating, I saw her ass pick up her coat Dumb lil' bitch, better give me that nose [Outro] (Je crois qu'apres avoir vu ca, on peut mourir tranquil)