Little Brother

I only got brothers
I ain't got friends
We locked in like dread-head strands
Stuck together like new fresh bands
And Press down on these fuck niggas like dress pants aye
Da Fuck is they talking bout
Niggas always talking loud
But what is they talking
Fuck we finna chalk em out
Line em up
Knock em down like we do the sales
Dawg shaking like he nerves bad
Like he finna tell
I'm finna fuck his bitch while he in the cell
It's a 50-50 chance either head or tales
I can eye ball the weight
I don't need a scale
Brody gettin weight off that weight
Got em looking frail
We sitting on the block waiting on the mail
The addy is a Bando ain't got no bell
Brody hittin all the muthafuckin sales
I'm thinking to myself like damn I taught em well
My lil bro he be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip, one hand on da glock
He a fool wit it, scraping out da pot
West side nigga, stay on L block
He a demon wit da pistol, he ah pop (yea)
Shoot ya whip up, Have you shell shocked (yea)
Lil bro, he be trappin on dat block
Serve you out da whip, one hand on da glock
One hand on the bag
One hand on the can
The feds just hit the block
They just tryna jam
We just copped 1000 grams
We tryna cram
It's a young Niggaworld
Gah damn

Niggas talking crazy need to buckle down
I'll pull on the strap n shut shit down
Between me and bro
We got a 100 rounds
we only need one to knock a nigga down
My bro a marksman wit dat pistol
You a marked man
If i miss you, he gon hit you
Freddy-Jason
If he don't get you then I get you
Ripping through yo tissue
That's how we settle issues
My lil bro he be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip, one hand on da glock
He a fool wit it, scraping out da pot
West side nigga, stay on L block
He a demon wit da pistol, he ah pop (yea)
Shoot ya whip up, Have you shell shocked (yea)
Lil bro, he be trappin on dat block
Serve you out da whip, one hand on da glock



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Writer(s): Laderrick Smith-knight, Geez Da Gawd
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