Geez Da Gawd - Little Brother

I only got brothers
I ain’t got friends
We been locked in like dreadhead strands
Stuck together like new fresh bands
And Press down on these fuck niggas like dress pants
Da Fuck is they talking bout
Niggas always loud
But what is they talking bout
Fuck we finna chalk em out
Line em up
Knock em down like we do the sales
Dawg shaking like he nerves bad
He finna tell
I’m finna fuck his bitch while he in the cell
It’s 50 50 chance
Either head or tales
I can eye ball the weight
I don’t need a scale
Brody gettin of dat weight
Got em looking frail
We sitting on the block waiting on the mail
The addy is a Bando ain’t got no bell
Brody hittin all fucking sales
I’m thinking to myself
Like damn I taught em well

My lil bro
He be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip
One hand on da glock
He a fool wit it scraping out da pot
West side nigga
Stay on L block
He a demon wit da pistol
He ah pop (yea)
Shoot ya whip up
Have you shell shocked (yea)
My lil bro he be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip
One hand on da glock
One hand on the bag
One hand on the can
The feds spread the block
They just tryna jam
We just copped 1000 grams
We tryna cram
It’s a young Nigga world
Gah damn
Niggas talking crazy need to buckle down
I’ll pull on the strap n shut shit down
Between me and bro
We got a 100 rounds
We only need one to knock a nigga down
My bro a marksman wit dat pistol
You a marked man
If i miss you
He gon hit you
Freddy Jason
If he don’t get u
Imma u
Ripping through yo tissue
That’s how we settle issues bitch
My lil bro
He be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip
One hand on da glock
He a fool wit it scraping out da pot
West side nigga
Stay on L block
He a demon wit da pistol
He ah pop (yea)
Shoot ya whip up
Have you shell shocked (yea)
My lil bro he be trappin on da block
Serve you out da whip
One hand on da glock

Written by:
BABAJIDE BAMIDURO

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