Bro4gb - Eater

If I pulled up would you smoke one
If I gave you the glock would you tote one
Air that bitch don't hold one
Fuck it we ain't sparing no one
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater
I fell in love with blue faces
My people they thinking Im racist
My youngins ain't leaving no traces
I pray my brudda beat the cases
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater
I know she a eater
She go around hitting top like duck duck goose
Go to war for my people
And don't you play with em we sending them troops
Im drunk as fuck I don't pour no deuce
Me and yo bitch the car is on cruise
She giving me top she sloppy like ouuu
I kick the bitch out I throw up the deuce
I ride with my 4 Yeah ride with my bro
Double T -R
I been through the rain
If I did it once I can do it again
Look at me now my pockets they gaining
Don't fuck with too many cause people be changing
I told lil bro chill out know he be slanging
And if it come down to it nigga he banging
He say he 4L he say he not changing
Born Real On 4olk
Just thought you should know
I slide with my 4 Ima ride by my bro
Roll up some more
You know we on go
We never stop we always on go
If I pulled up would you smoke one
If I gave you the glock would you tote one
Air that bitch don't hold one
Fuck it we ain't sparing no one
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater
I fell in love with blue faces
My people they thinking Im racist
My youngins ain't leaving no traces
I pray my brudda beat the cases
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater
LL nigga better cool out
We don't smoke one we smoke a few now
Got yo bitch geeked on the moon now
Dodie be her perfume now
They say GB you too wild
Yeah bitch play with yo fucking child
Roll it up never ever come down
My young nigga come he'll spray rounds
He think he getting play knock him outta bounds
Don't gotta say nun I send them hounds
Getting this money can't lay down
Im not a dummy don't play around
If I pulled up would you smoke one
If I gave you the glock would you tote one
Air that bitch don't hold one
Fuck it we ain't sparing no one
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater
I fell in love with blue faces
My people they thinking Im racist
My youngins ain't leaving no traces
I pray my brudda beat the cases
We pop out like pop there go the weasel
Don't fuck with these heathens
Don't fuck with you either
I know she a eater

Written by:
George Burns

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