Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
Vocals
Marlo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
Rudolph Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Kritical
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like fam
Treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam
I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too
My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you
Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you
Treat my brother just like fam
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna ball forever, ball forever
We came from the mud, you know we all together
You give them some smoke, I got you, call whenever
You fall out 'bout a bitch, you know you fall forever
[Verse 3]
RARE Sound, four pockets full in this bitch, yeah
Put it on God, won't stress about no bitch, yeah
Ever since a jit, I dreamed about gettin' rich, yeah
Lame ass **** can fuck off my dick, yeah
Shout out Bo, that's my right hand
Nowadays, fifty racks, that's some light bands
You been lookin' for the GOAT, you found the right man
Backwood full of green like a Sprite can
[Verse 4]
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like fam
Treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam
I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too
My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you
Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you
Treat my brother just like fam
[Verse 5]
You my brother if I know you ridin' with me
You my dawg if I share these Percs with you
And you my man if I know you won't squeal in a jam
You do a thousand years 'bout this shit, a **** really did
Fuckin' bitches together, Glock 40's, Beretta's
And the Drac come with a coolant system
The opp, we be tryna kill them ****
'Member Tweak bought me the Hellcat? That shit was for Christmas
Then I turned around and bought him one for bein' a real ****
Have a **** squeezin' on a real pistol, I be in the field with him
If you ever try my dawg, then we gotta deal with you
You know, shout out to the **** that ain't never went against the grain
Shout out to them **** that hold me down, I know y'all feel my pain
[Verse 6]
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam, treat my brother just like fam
Treat my brother just like family
Treat my brother just like fam
I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too
My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you
Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you
Treat my brother just like fam
[Verse 7]
Tryna ball forever, ball forever
We came from the mud, you know we all together
We came from the mud, you know we all together
Written by: Bobby Bernard Turner, Jr., Kristopher Campbell, Rudolph Johnson, Wayy
