DARK BROTHERHOOD

(Je t'aime, Trippie Redd) (I'm shy, oh my God) (This is a certified hood classic) No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask Keep a chopper on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash We'll run up to your door and dash Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy Most turnt nigga in the bitty Know we keep it litty like a titty This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy I need 300K in every damn city Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with me Pussy shot the bus up, but he missed me They was mad they home boy ran down and got a smooth buck fifty If I buck, then the gang buck with me VVS the gang, baby, yeah, fuck with me Send a couple shots and see what's up with me Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot, bae, duck with me And it's in her purse, she slidin' too, she clutch with me If the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty Walkin' through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty .556 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy Off a Percocet, got my mind dancin' like Shiggy The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie I been puffin' on this gas, got me feelin' like Diddy Catch an opp, walk 'em down, then hit the damn Griddy No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask Keep a chopper on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash We'll run up to your door and dash Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy Most turnt nigga in the bitty Know we keep it litty like a titty This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy Got the 'Rari doin' donuts, called her said she with her boyfriend, I'm like, "So what?" Took a PJ to the money, now I'm stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, "Hold up" We done came from the bottom, I ain't had no other choice but to go up Now I'm jumpin' on stage, need one-point shh, just to show up I'm the littest in the city, Cubans on, it be hard to chill Ten carats, it be hard to hear, my hood treat me like a God for real They know I been hustlin' all my life And I ain't never had a job for real Count it up and then take flight Hit it, then forget it, same night I remember bein' stuck off in the trap Found a plug and then I got right These niggas with me always keep a mask I can't trust a soul, these niggas shiesty I done took a gamble with my life 4-gang, everybody piped Count a hundred million, that's my vibe Gotta hit shit, man, when you slide No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask Keep a chopper on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash We'll run up to your door and dash Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy Most turnt nigga in the bitty Know we keep it litty like a titty This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy