On Bro Remix

I just wanna see us paid
Ballin Ina major fuckin way
Talkin' wages how the fuckin majors paid
Been under for same days
I'm up that ain't gone change a nigga ways
You can't throw me bag and make me change on gang
Specialized in talkin' reckless
Bitch I also specialized with all my weapons
Get to spreading all these bullets like infections
It's not me that you invested
Let me tell you that you got a bad investment
We might be the hardest workin' out the section
Stock up poles not for elections
All my music hard just like erections
I'm a Rich Man just like what I be reppin'
Only sharks up in the section
Big blessings, mad riches is what I'm destined
Try and stop that and you the next resting
Glocks FN's and Wessens
Yea we got artillery like military
Come let that nigga try it
Send his ass up to the cemetery
Mean cemetery
You get buried tryna touch my kin again
If you my nigga you my nigga den you my nigga den

If you my nigga you my nigga den
Brotha the synonym
Ion hold this bitch for nothin'
Touch one and I'm sendin' them
Niggas gay don't say it to your face They rather send a blem
You come around the gang unless you in to win
If you my nigga you my nigga den
Brotha the synonym
Ion hold this bitch for nothin'
Touch one and I'm sendin' them
Blood don't make you close
But when you loyal that make niggas kin
You come around the gang unless you in to win

If you touch mines we send shots and clap at every homie
And niggas never shoot back so I can do lonely
6 12 Never let us sucka push up on me
Now his niggas postin with the prayer hand emojis
A shot once and the Ii didn't stop until I smoked em
Gun fire is all I ever knew if niggas know me
We can play wit cash and see who runnin' outta doughdy
Crack the gates for Jody he gone spank the dirty 40
We bend blocks, and bend blocks and bend the block again
He shot back and got smacked and dropped his gun and ran
I pulled he pulled off i guess he didn't have his fan
I pulled up to bussouts that wasn't in the plan
I'm Squeeze Team that's 2 G's
I'm Geekin Gang
Free the clan I'm QB
When I squeeze niggas like a deer in high beams
I could never leave the yicky like we siamese

If you my nigga you my nigga den
Brotha the synonym
Ion hold this bitch for nothin'
Touch one and I'm sendin' them
Niggas gay don't say it to your face
They rather send a blem
You come around the gang unless you in to win
If you my nigga you my nigga den
Brotha the synonym
Ion hold this bitch for nothin'
Touch one and I'm sendin' them
Blood don't make you close
But when you loyal that make niggas kin
You come around the gang unless you in to win



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Sama Banya, Dennis Robinson
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