404Mali - Brudda (feat. Soufside Von)

I don't even fuck with the rap shit, Too many niggas done sold their soul
Pussy-ass niggas be cappin', we walked in with ode poles
Better know this shit get active, how you walk down and then you froze
Put a fuck boy in a caption, diss on the gang, oh, he bold
Bro walked in with a cutter, worked that blick so smooth like butter
I'm outside wth my brudda, box on the Glock, make the fuck nigga stutter
These niggas be dime of a dozen, if I ain't real, then I ain't nothin'
Nigga tried to diss on my cousin, I don't fuck with KD, I just fuck with the Thunder
He just use that fye for the trillers, my twin gone slime some shit like lizard
They wanna catch me and kill me, I got my gun on me and Lennox
Boxin' the back of the (Rrrr) I'ma work my gun till it look like Lillard
Mud in my cup what I'm sippin' with a bitch with a fat ass, look like Sza
Bro walked in with a cutter, worked that blick so smooth like butter
I'm outside wth my brudda, box on the Glock, make the fuck nigga stutter
These niggas be dime of a dozen, if I ain't real, then I ain't nothin'
Nigga tried to diss on my cousin, I don't fuck with KD, I just fuck with the Thunder
Smokin' dead opps in a Grabba Leaf,
Southside niggas, you know we ain't squashin beef outside
Run down your block, get to chalkin shit, hotshot
Niggas ain't makin' shit bleed, nigga on 5
Standin' on business and bangin' the big nine
Crackin' the four, I'ma pull up a four line
Spin on yo block, get to bustin and no bezel
Hit at that car, tryna kill ya whoever
Me, K5, M4 with some steppers
Switch on the blick, glick came bisexual
Brand new gen and it came with a nut sack
I had that fire on my hip since a rugrat
Known on the south, tell the opps I'm the devil
Real right renegade, I'm crushin' whoever
I wockhardt and tris ,yea I'm pourin' up pressure
Opp niggas down bad, go get you some munyun
Them niggas broke, never seen them a hundun
All in the opp hood sticks in the Honda
Wearin' all black like a nigga Wakandan
Drop a bomb on the block like a nigga Osama
Outside Daily, tryna catch Lil Don Don
Stop showing blick, that's your bro gun
Popped at his top, made your bro run
Niggas they not really gangsta
Uh, Bro walked in with a cutter, worked that blick so smooth like butter
I'm outside wth my brudda, box on the Glock, make the fuck nigga stutter
These niggas be dime of a dozen, if I ain't real, then I ain't nothin'
Nigga tried to diss on my cousin, I don't fuck with KD, I just fuck with the Thunder
Bro walked in with a cutter, worked that blick so smooth like butter
I'm outside wth my brudda, box on the Glock, make the fuck nigga stutter
These niggas be dime of a dozen, if I ain't real, then I ain't nothin'
Nigga tried to diss on my cousin, I don't fuck with KD, I just fuck with the Thunder

Written by:
Malachi Victor-Thom

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