Brothers (Outro)

Lyrics

[Intro: Bandokay] (Yeah, yeah, ayy, Jxmie, this one's due to be crazy) Bands, yo [Verse 1: Bandokay, SJ] It hurt me deep when I lost Neesh, I swear I can't squash beef They're askin' who's snitchin', I said, "Not me" I'd rather drop myself than let them drop me I told mum I can't come to auntie A's cah I got beef with washed neeks Plus I don't watch yutes that don't watch me I laughed so much, I nearly cried when I heard he's gonna box me Don't know what you heard about me, motherfucker, I'm the Top G And I'ma kill the nigga's killers, rob the niggas doin' robberies (Yo) Free F, he done shot so many packs, he thought he knew it all Brasser 50, one time and went and blew it all I lost five guns, the last two I had were beautiful Don't lack for no bitch, I bring my stick to that booty call I greased my nina bareback, never had no gloves on He's callin' me a punk but I'm the brudda the he ran from Had the best wap in the hood, don't ask where I get my guns from I had to ask my niggas, "Where's the love gone?" She's tellin' me I'm stubborn, I'm a taurus, plus my last name Duggan Had a taurus, it was gorgeous, I'm still out here thugging I ain't buggin', had to tell my nigga, "Don't shoot my cousin" Then he told me that he won't, but deep down I know he bluffin' Akhi told me don't go, next time to send a YG I told him that it's cool, these other rappers ain't like me I'll pull up to a party wearin' Nike Just as long as my skelly and my 9X beside me At one point, I went to every party with my pistol I ain't even gotta lie, go ask security it's simple I give gunshot, I don't give talk, quick corn And I just met a new wap, link up in Bristol My niggas on the 1's and the 2's with no signal If you hear this, keep bangin' on your doors My shooters in drip, he kept bangin' in Dior's And Boogie got twenty years 'cause he was bangin' for the cause, so free him up (Woiyoi) [Verse 2: SJ] The judge looked me in my eye and asked me what have I done I told him this ain't who I am, this is just what I've become Imagine bein' fifteen already clutchin' a gun Cah there be niggas tryna roll and put a hole in your lung And I don't like beef, fuck war, it slows down my money bag Bitches tryna honey trap, that's why I do the runnin', man I used to love bro for the times, he used to cut his tag Just so we can roll, hit the strip and go and bunny, man Bands ain't my friend, that's my blood bro So when Marky died, it also left me as a crushed soul After ball, always asked me, "How did that go?" Now I'm at his graveyard chillin' with my rambo But he ain't gotta worry cah he knows his son's a star Got Bands until I die, I'll take a bullet in my heart Right or wrong, I still got him, nothing's draggin' us apart That's my brothet and I love him, that's my muhfuckin' darg, that's that Free Boogie, though, my left lung Even though I'm locked too I say that shit until we both free Free Klaps, real guy, that's my big homie Free Frog, real guy, that's my street codie Fuck you think, nigga 'Cause I'm locked, what you don't think I drink, nigga Check my bank, see a price of a six figure Think I'm lackin', I'm still rollin' with a big chinger Haunted by my past so I ain't dyin' by no bitch nigga Block full of go-getters, real niggas, pole shellers Really known for steppin' out and chingin' up some grown fellas Now we're tryna elevate Give us lemons and I bet we turn in lemonade Name a block like up that be gettin' paid Name a bitch in the clubs who ain't gettin' laid As far as that goes Free my lifers, they don't really chat loads Niggas pillow talkin' just so they can go and smash hoes Motherfuckin' bitch niggas (Pussies) [Outro: SJ] Free the fuckin' gang