For The Bros

Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose
Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose
Trap line booming
Made twenty-six from this new ting
More room for improving
GLC couping
Head shot push wigs back, Wayne Rooning
I was in the field house, you was at home spooning
So don’t tell me bout no thirty-six
Trap house, non-stop, pressing and manufacturing bricks
All I wanted was a kilo
Now it’s nothing less than five when I reload
I’m brutal with these onions
Still ten toes, I’ve got bunions
Stuck in the dungeon
Calculating long sums
I have no conscience
Trap line’s on until cunch ting
Niggas ain’t on tings
I need flour, no dumplings
My stack humongous
Bricks in abundance
Broke niggas redundant
Come see me for some work bitch
Tom Ford on the pelvis
Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose
Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose
Still do it for the akhs
Still ride around with straps
It’s still front seats, me and Tem
At the match watching Blackz
Bought her L.V. just to sweep her off her feet
Amiri jeans, this pair cost a G
Moncler coat and it came with the fleece
£50k cash for this whip, no lease
AP, big bro, big racks
Came home in a Phantom, big facts
Switch hoes, switch flows, switch gats
I’ve got AK bullets for your six-pack
Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose
Still do it for the bros
Still act like you don’t know
I’ve got hard, I’ve got weed, I’ve got pills
I’ve got that thing for your nose