Blood Brothers
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
He felt the heat from the slugs, yeah
Just tryna meet with the plug, yeah
Thought he was a G till we won, yeah
Ain't involved
Petty shit I ain't involved
Get the fetty get the doe, till i can't make it fold
They made me, then they broke the mould
Out here no totem poles, but bruddas tote 'em pole
Why test my heart, if you know I'm cold
Comin' for my life, you ain't goin' home
So much pain in my life
If you know you know
Imma flame him on site, for my brodie bro, yeah
I keep it G, with all my niggas
I need them P's, for all my niggas
Ain't no switchin' up
Switch on me you bitch or som'
Keep it real or none
Hundred, keep that shit one hun'
Yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
Came up trappin' thats the way it was
Payed debts trappin', thats the way it was
Wrap the food in plastic, nitty's call me buzz
Keep that money comin', i can't make enough
Money come n leave
Money come n leave
I need money trees, pluck a couple leaves
I was on these streets
Runnin' from police
I ain't tryna chase it, make it come to me, yeah
Young nigga with a company
Said that she don't cum, I made her cum for me
Said that she don't wanna leave
Love the way I taste, I said I been eatin' broccoli
Only green on my plate, I don't want no meat
Only grown from the ground or its from a tree
Don't wan' see the way I deal with beef
Turn this whip around, I ain't tryna turn another leaf
Jheez
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
He felt the heat from the slugs, yeah
Just tryna meet with the plug, yeah
Thought he was a G till we won, yeah
Ain't involved
Petty shit I ain't involved
Get the fetty get the doe, till i can't make it fold
They made me, then they broke the mould
Out here no totem poles, but bruddas tote 'em pole
Why test my heart, if you know I'm cold
Comin' for my life, you ain't goin' home
So much pain in my life
If you know you know
Imma flame him on site, for my brodie bro, yeah
I keep it G, with all my niggas
I need them P's, for all my niggas
Ain't no switchin' up
Switch on me you bitch or som'
Keep it real or none
Hundred, keep that shit one hun'
Yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
Came up trappin' thats the way it was
Payed debts trappin', thats the way it was
Wrap the food in plastic, nitty's call me buzz
Keep that money comin', i can't make enough
Money come n leave
Money come n leave
I need money trees, pluck a couple leaves
I was on these streets
Runnin' from police
I ain't tryna chase it, make it come to me, yeah
Young nigga with a company
Said that she don't cum, I made her cum for me
Said that she don't wanna leave
Love the way I taste, I said I been eatin' broccoli
Only green on my plate, I don't want no meat
Only grown from the ground or its from a tree
Don't wan' see the way I deal with beef
Turn this whip around, I ain't tryna turn another leaf
Jheez
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its gone be what it was, yeah, yeah
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