Bro God - No Hook

Got me a bag
& I got straight work
Make plays
With the birds like I'm Hurts
I put my dicc in her ribs
Make it hurt
She say it must be them perks
Niggas be faker than bitches
Bitches be thanking
Tha plastic surgery
Made it up outta my hood
But still go bacc to my hood
For the currency
24/7
We servin
3.5 go for curry
On my hip a 19
But that bitch
Hold a 30
My bitch shoot for certain
That's my bihh for certain
4 eyes
Don't need a scale
I see well
That's for certain
Hit her one time
I'm fine
This bitch like to party all the time
She just hit 2 lines
I hit the streets
Wid 52 dimes
Bacc outside
It's on
Ain't have no heat
I had my stove
Jas let me sleep
In her home
Kayla use to put
A Nigga on
Big Dog Smokin Exotic
Was getting profits
Juggin & robbin
I swear I saw this shit comin
I'm not a prophet
I'm just a trapper
252 we on
250 per zone
Speakers knoccerz
Did it by my lonely
Still taking drugs for my Brodie
That's my Brodie

Written by:
Jamonta Broady

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