Blood Brothers

Lyrics

[Intro: Bris] (Young Chris on the beat, eeh) Ay, ay, ay [Chorus: Bris & G Man] In the club with G Man, I'm doin' my dance Hold the Gleek with two hands hit you and your mans I ain't givin' up my chance, I'm too in advance Made that lil' bitch a plan, she flew to Japan Me and Bris back to back, gotta let 'em know Caught the opps lackin' at the spot, had to up the score We them young niggas gettin' bands, everybody know And if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know [Verse 1: G Man] I don't fear no man, we can pop it off I was that young nigga tryna see how much the choppers cost Niggas gang stay getting ripped 'cause they cotton soft Smerkish B sitting in the cuts finna top it off I been up and down the road tryna get paid I'm ballin' like I'm on a playground up in fifth grade My bitch just sent a couple bands since her fifth day I can't fuck with no broke bitch, ain't got shit straight I'm tryna put on for my gang and go rag to riches Seem like all the broke hoes is the saddest bitches We gon' kill everybody, can't ask the witness Don't ask where I'm at, bitch, I'm in the trenches Get off the net and stop pillow talkin' to the bitches Niggas nerds, I don't hang around with the snitches Get off the net and stop pillow talkin' to the bitches Niggas nerds, I don't hang around with the snitches [Chorus: Bris & G Man] In the club with G Man, I'm doin' my dance Hold the Gleek with two hands hit you and your mans I ain't givin' up my chance, I'm too in advance Made that lil' bitch a plan, she flew to Japan Me and Bris back to back, gotta let 'em know Caught the opps lackin' at the spot, had to up the score We them young niggas gettin' bands, everybody know And if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know Ay, ay [Verse 2: Bris] Stackin' dirty money, got me comin' clean The way my trigger finger wet the scene, I had to flood the ring Smokin' Russian cream with a cup of lean Pop a bean, I drip like Submarine, so they love the team All these bitches be on me, I'm probably next to blow I'ma rep the bow, I got rank just to let you know When we hit they block, it was an episode I think the weapon broke, a dud bullet made the tech explode I can't lie, I'm True Story, I passed the polygraph Hottest young niggas in our city, so they probably mad I've been runnin' to that bag, you niggas lollygag Make [?] mad, he gon' put you in a body bag Who want beef? SKS got a steak knife Don't funk with Bris, 'cause you a goldfish and he a great white They always call the plumber when we break pipes Headed to the top, me and G Man finna take flight [Chorus: Bris & G Man] In the club with G Man, I'm doin' my dance Hold the Gleek with two hands hit you and your mans I ain't givin' up my chance, I'm too in advance Made that lil' bitch a plan, she flew to Japan Me and Bris back to back, gotta let 'em know Caught the opps lackin' at the spot, had to up the score We them young niggas gettin' bands, everybody know And if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know