Put Bro Through It

I wanna go to LA

Ayy shit I really wanna go to LA now ****

Fuck the opps

Just gettin done like that

He said, what up?

Something like this, count

Free Durk, bitch

Yeah, you know I'm coming

Free all the bros, that's what I'm on right now (Yeah man)

I ain't even been in this bitch

I ain't gonna lie to you, look, look

Ayy brother, I don't know 'bout them but I'm gon' get it in for sure

See Swishy fast but we got something that'll wrap around him like a rope

In the can, I was on the pad, I put all this shit in my nose

Already said I'll rob my dad, really don't even give a fuck who I'll poke

I ain't got to trap but Jake's on my my ass

Narcs won't even get away from my hood

Tryna chill with the gang but the bitch in my business

Couldn't even get away from my O's, she said we serious

Lil Tone tryna get in my butt 'cause he masked up clutching

He don't know me but he tryna poke me

His dumb ass know I ain't going for nothing

See he don't know me but he tryna play

Like he one of the homies, I'm taking his gun

Said it's that simple, I just finna go

He don't do it for bro, he don't do it for none

And you know that we do it for bro

He don't do it for bro, he don't do it for none

Look, they started me off with a bowl

And I ended up bustin' it down to a crumb

I'm in the back, got somebody old tryna sit on my lap

Had to tell her get up

These **** cappin' this shit, they just rappin' this shit

I don't know why they makin' it up

They say I'm cappin' this shit, we be spinnin' the block

And ain't shit ever happen to us

We doin' it B, pull off in the scatter

What else do you spend? You make back in the month

Man bro tryna reach now his ass grass

He finna be stuffed in the back of the blunt

I try to teach him he never gon' last

How it ain't built like that, he a flunk

He tried to tweak, now he smokin' like gas

I got Nelly now, don't smoke like Runtz

I'll put the pole back up and it go hit the block

I ain't pickin' your old back up

Shit, I had to block the whole number, she callin' my phone

She don't even call bro that much

He don't even know that much

He probably think she at home, not knowin' she out with the bros

I had to watch all my moves, then pick up the pole, ****

I had to switch up the phone

I'm on the block with the dope and my pocket is dope, ****

I don't need smoke like cologne, let's go

Bitch, what? What?

I got some work for the put overtime on the block

I ain't planning on going back home

I put in work **** run up on me and get boxed

And I sell work this walk

Bitch I'm fucking the sound, reeking off the whole twat

That's how the hoe get off the block

I had a clean ass Glock but he written off

And I had to put bro on the Glock

I got a switch on the back like "frr"

You know I aim for the top, bitch

He was a rat, you could just tell on yo bro

Why they like, "Why did you tell him, 'Yo, bro'?"

****, you was a snitch for sure

I'm off the dome right now, I ain't writing none of this, ****

I'm finna switch up the flow

They know I be off some shit

They say he hot right now, he don't know what he doing

They don't even know where he at, now he down in the sky right now

They done put bro through it

They know we wipe **** nose, he said it, he sick

Papa come through to cure him

I never had no chores but I went to school

****, I put the Glock in the drawer

I had to go get a pop for the mix with the Wok

****, I put the Glock to the store

They know we wake **** up

I had his back

Soon as he dropped, he snored

I had to give me some rank

I had his back

Soon as he dropped, I scored

Grrr, mad, what?

Man, look, I had to get me some ring, I had his back

Soon as he drop, I'll score, I left him wet as a saint

They know I'm slack, don't make me come back for more

Out my mind, can't think, sent bro to the back

He done never throw up the door, damn

It hurts spillin' drink, I just lost the floor

I just hit his block like where they at, I damn near took a tour

I'm just getting groovy in this bitch

But she off to her heart, she tryna set a coochie in this bitch

I ain't tryna buy it bitch, if you run up on me

End up locked with a tire shit

And you ain't on no gangsta shit if you can't vibe with this

This is not no 9 but bitch I'm still gon ride with this

Man this ARV down there the same size as a hood kid

And we don't smoke no Nelly now this Zaha brought a pig

He run up on me now he in the sky look what I did

His dumb ass thought he would never die but shit he did

They thought they could bring bro back to life that **** dead, grr

Gangsta shit

On my mama **** and I'm keeping shit peace

You know, OSK