BROS FALL OUT

Lyrics

[Interlude: Coni Miiura] Two corpses in the grave Sheesh, haha, turn up All the fake ass niggas in here for real, bro (Hi, Coni) Okay, man, turn this shit up Turn up, get lit, bitch, get lit Turn the beat up for real [?], ayy Turn this shit up, turn this shit up All the fake ass niggas, man, but I don't give a fuck (Lexington) Turn it up, [?] (Goon) [Intro: Coni Miiura] I keep a 19 on me, I ain't going out (Yeah) Oh, you're past it? First mistake is going south (Yeah) Man, what you talking 'bout? (Damn) We was bros (Ha-ha), I guess bros fall out (Ah, ah) [Verse 1: Coni Miiura] Let me verse it, bitch, who you textin'? Feel like motherfucker, poppin' molly with her best friend Heard our opp got a Louis V vest in Asked my bro, "Who the fuck we pressin'?" New opp, off thе green juice, X and Just jugged some whitе nigga named Preston Cowgirl ride that shit like a Lexus Prolly put that cowboy hat on a Texan I ain't tired, so don't care who you textin' 'Cause I already know I'm your best man I'm freakin' out off the antidepressants Why you use pills for receding? Chop it up, chop it up, y'all cannot talk enough I remember nobody rocked with us Bitch, you already know that shit ain't stop us, now-now-nowadays everybody proud of us Ayy, let's get it, I'm gifted, I'm fitted I'm turnin' this shit up, I had to go get it All my niggas done came from the trenches, but nowadays it's like a light, this shit shifted Not gon' lie nigga, you acting shifty Uh-huh, you ain't comin' with me Doing these drugs in the bed like Whitney Lately, I've been feelin' risky [Verse 2: kasper gem] Me and Coni spinning ball like propeller What's on my head to repel it? Show off your beat, boy, I'm all in her belly Changing her pitch, I got all these yellin' Smoking on stain, sta-, sta-, that shit smelly Like GOAT on my neck, how 'bout fuck with the yellow We go to drink, I ain't talkin' Modelo Kaixan and Coni send him to hell, bro What the fuck, bro? You going under like limbo Oh, what the fuck, bro? Tossed out that lil' boy out the window Coni still cracking the sill, bro Pop two of 'em, then reload Keeping this shit in my system 'Cause when I don't have it, boy, that's when I feel low (Deth Coni) [Bridge: Kaixan] Grave in the track, so now I feel cool How should we want me, you know when you knew (Yeah, yeah) Sound a real grave shit, bro They don't know about this, sheesh (Uh, yuh, yeah-yeah-yeah) [Verse 3: Kaixan] Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, shoot me How is my key getting sticky? Told my niggas, that these bullets don't hit me Knock on my ass and I'll feel like I'm shitting You love the drama, and you love all the script I love that diamond and shit, this shit they prescribed me You talkin' shit, put your ass in the kill feed Niggas try and judge you, but I can get filthy (What the fuck?) Doi-doi-doi, eww What doesn't kill you come around, and I'ma see you soon They-they-they asking 'bout my cup and what you put my liquid to? These bullets DoorDashed, 'cause your household I delivered to [Bridge] You are now listening to ​graveem1nd radio Grave, grave This is a [?] presentation Gravem1nd [Verse 4: FINLINCE!] We took the pay, now we runnin', we on go, go (We runnin') Skrrt, skrro, on the lens we on go, go (We runnin') You gotta keep it quiet on your tippy toes If you fuck it up, you get your head cut off on the floor ​graveem1nd talkin' the shit, so we put on with the fascade Ayy, [?], but [?] Chasin' the shade, hid, put that lil' boy in her feet I'm joones up like a bitch, raved up, that's the shit Yeah, we all pulling up, we are lit [?] in the pit Trench your ass right down, then we put your body in a ditch We've done hard lil' bitch I don't mind a call bitch Tryna hit me, lil' bitch? It ain't work 'cause you ain't shit, ah [Verse 5: tropes] And I said only Hi, and you hit me in the 'Cause I'm tryna hold it high And you hold that shit, it gets me rich That's funny how I? I can't even hold you [?] boast my other side Yeah, all the sudden I, and I should [?] I see you around, she-she brought that shit ain't 'round So, I'll see you see around This shit wrong style, it's tryna iron it out [?] I tryna iron it out Don't give whats Coni to you, yeah Coni is kind So, I'll keep on shining on everyone of a kind I was tryna have a one [?] I don't think you shinin', I wanna see it a show