Bro Code
Baby, I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, I stick to bro code
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Damn, oh, I'll really let you go
You fool me once, you fool me twice, this shit ain't no joke
Every time we fuckin' argue, you think you in though
If that motherfuckin' open, I'm jumping' through doe
Like, why you do me dirty? I can't trust the same no moe
Dreaming' bout this choppa, it will really put you deep, though
Call of duty gun, it'll hit you off your feet, bro
if you ain't talking' bank, get the fuck up out my face, bro
Money come in' clutch as if it really was my mama
I ain't with that shit don't fuckin' pop up with that drama
Fye my mind, I can start some fuckin' drama
30 on my hip, it do damage, it's a hammer
Baby, I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, I stick to bro code
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Baby, I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, I stick to bro code
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Money come in' clutch as if it really was my mama
I ain't with that shit don't fuckin' pop up with that drama
Fye my mind, I can start some fuckin' drama
30 on my hip, it do damage, it's a hammer
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Damn, oh, I'll really let you go
You fool me once, you fool me twice, this shit ain't no joke
Every time we fuckin' argue, you think you in though
If that motherfuckin' open, I'm jumping' through doe
Like, why you do me dirty? I can't trust the same no moe
Dreaming' bout this choppa, it will really put you deep, though
Call of duty gun, it'll hit you off your feet, bro
if you ain't talking' bank, get the fuck up out my face, bro
Money come in' clutch as if it really was my mama
I ain't with that shit don't fuckin' pop up with that drama
Fye my mind, I can start some fuckin' drama
30 on my hip, it do damage, it's a hammer
Baby, I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, I stick to bro code
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Baby, I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, I stick to bro code
She think she get the game, but I really got the cheat code
If you ain't throwing' checks, baby, you gon' have to get gone
You keep playin' with me, I just might let you go
Money come in' clutch as if it really was my mama
I ain't with that shit don't fuckin' pop up with that drama
Fye my mind, I can start some fuckin' drama
30 on my hip, it do damage, it's a hammer
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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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