Right or Wrong (Brothers)

I don't even like this beat
But fuck it

Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

Right or wrong imma slide bout my brother
Yea it's stamped I would die for my brother
If he locked fly the kite to my brother
Hold him down yea his mother my mother
Sell a dream to a bitch I don't love her
But i'll tell her w.e yo fuck her
If i spot me an opp it get gutta
Hit the gas. spin the wheel. we burn rubber

Right or wrong imma ride for my brother
I slide w my brother
Get high w my brother
Wont lie to my brother
These niggas ain't real
They won't die 4 they brother
They get in a jam
And get shot w they brother
They birds only right that they flock w each other
But damn
How tf you get shot w ya brother
My brother the type
To get locked w each other
We all tote the rock
Like dwayne fuck a cutta

This bitch think I love her
On god I don't love her
I pass to my brother
Right a after I fucked her
She dumb as a bitch
I can't make her no mother
I hit w a rubber
Right after i dub her
I'm come from the gutta
Where rain turn to puddle
The shit that you say
Can get hits on ya brother
My niggas don't play
They'll send shots at ya mother
Have her fallin out like she wenndy
On substance

You want it
I got it
My trey like 100
I don't do no bluffin
When money the subject
My nina a victum
They gone have to fix em
He tryna rob me
He gone get hit w Pippen
That's 33 shots
From three shooters division
You don't want this mission
You gone end up twitching

Right or wrong imma slide bout my brother
Yea it's stamped i would die for my brother
If he locked fly the kite to my brother
Hold him down yea his mother my mother
Sell a dream to a bitch I don't love her
But I'll tell her w.e yo fuck her
If I spot me an opp it get gutta
Hit the gas. spin the wheel. we burn rubber

Whachu know bout riding 4 ya brother

Whachu know bout slidin 4 ya bother

Whachu know bout getting that call
And it's 3 in morning
Outside for ya brother

Cause my bothers real close & I love em
You'da thought these the sons of my mother
We won't beef over bitches for nothing
But i will get a bitch beat for bluffin

You a funny lil nigga davy ruffin
Try that funny shit w me
And imma punch ya

I'm front line w my troops like we in Russia
If you survive you a lucky mfer

But if you don't
The casket closed like they some shutters

Bitches know that I'm the one
There ain't no other