Bruva

What we gon do
If GOD take you
(Ten10)
Yeah
What we gon do (What we gon do)
If GOD take you (If GOD take you, Ah ha)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys (Add A Decimal yeah)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin' about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys

I ride for you (That's my bruva)
I die for you (That's my bruva)
I cry for you (That's my bruva)
I ride for you (That's my bruva)
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you

I know a couple hood niggas only riding thru the trap
Couple good niggas making money selling pack
Couple real niggas hands down they got your back
Couple fake niggas only come up for the dap
Niggas talking shit making sure you ain't eating
Never trust a man who only working on da weekend
Never trust a women that you met up in ya dm
If ya link up then it better be ya bm

On some g shit they know where your niece live
On some g shit they know where keys is
Play it cool man don't reach for the piece kid
Where ya jack find out where the team is
Life or death rollin with the demons
Need a check so you out here scheming
Hold his head man that man ain't breathing
Hold ya chest man you ain't stop bleeding

Ridin' around for the set strap with the MAC or the TEC
Money, power, respect turn into drama and stress
Live that life of finesse saying that shit with ya chest
Tell me who you impress
When they lay your ass to rest (ay ay ay ay)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys (Add A Decimal yeah)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin' about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys

I ride for you (That's my bruva)
I die for you (That's my bruva)
I cry for you (That's my bruva)
I ride for you (That's my bruva)
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you

Look yea
Chitty chitty, bang bang, click clack
We finna ride man get strapped
Niggas shit tho like big facts
Niggas moving money baby big racks

Clean money
Dirty money
Clean the shit
Move it back
Bleach whip
Sell the coke
Move the brick
Selling trees, Triple Cs, if they ask say it's ecstasy

Hold da block down Monopoly (Monopoly)
Run the routes do it properly (Properly)
(Yea Yea)
If you get hemmed don't spill the beans
Or you'll end up State Property
Nigga copy me

And if you see a nigga copy me
Let him know we'll up look his ass up like a glossary
Hold his ass underwater be
Drip or drown till he cop a plea
Like I gotta eat
Shit we not going to heaven
Might as well cop these elevens
Posted out 7-Eleven
You need dis Vick or dis Kevin
Gotta lil charge for possession
One for the drugs and one for the weapon
Another one came from aggression
Resisting the cop he arresting (Get off)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys (Add A Decimal yeah)

I been ridin round the city
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five

Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin' about the Big Mac and da fucking home fries

Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys

I ride for you (That's my bruva)
I die for you (That's my bruva)
I cry for you (That's my bruva)
I ride for you (That's my bruva)
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you
What I'm gon do
If GOD take you
Ah haaa
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