Brothers

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) [Verse 1: Certified Trapper] I'll ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother Smack a nigga daylight, twenty-five for my brother Throw a lot for my brother, give out five to my brothers If they push back, cuddy ain't gon' slide for your brother A thousand miles away, nigga, that won't change we brothers All them high-speed chases, gone on them fuckers Any nigga tweak, I'll blow like a muffler Your lil' bitch on my dick? Hell no, I ain't touch her I'll ride for my bitch, I'd die for my bitch Nigga, if I had wings, I'd fly for my bitch Even in a room quiet, I be shy for my bitch These real fuckin' tеars, I'll cry to my bitch I'll blow for lil' sis, go broke for lil' sis Bust a nigga fuckin' head, beat a ho for my sis Nigga, any fuckin' thing you say go whеn you rich I know niggas gon' treat you like a ho when you bitch I know niggas gon' get you on the floor when you strip I ain't goin' out bad, took a roll from this bitch Whip the boy and the girl, got the flow with the mix Bitch, I love the tour life, in the O in the pits [Verse 2: StanWill] Dog Shit Militia She can get whatever, you won't hear my tellin' no to my bitch Get the opp drop, pull up to his lo' with them sticks Bro a heavy sipper, he just turned his four to a six Green light on every Glocky, we on go with the blicks Zotti plug in Cali, he he shippin' 'bows to the Mitt Think I'm clumsy when I get up in that mode how I trip Rich as fuck, I just might throw up, all this motion, I'm sick I'll ride for Militia, I'll slide for Militia When it's war, won't catch me duckin', I'm outside for Militia Everything, I gotta put it on the line for Militia Icy, they know when they see them diamonds shine, it's Militia Blowin' twenties at the mall, remember fives in the tank I could pull a hundred out, I used to slide with the blanks If it's money on the floor, you know I'll dive to the pape' I put them boys ahead of me, they stabbed my spine anyway Me and gang tied in, them my Siamese twins If them piggies flick the lights, we on a high-speed, then Talkin' to them labels, tell 'em I need nineteen M's How I run this money up, think I got nineteen limbs Brought my blicky to the venue, they let 19 in If I want it, I could cash it or could swipe these BINs They don't wanna see me shine, I let me ice bling, then I been shittin', how I'm feelin', I just might be him Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Certi?