Brothers

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

I'll ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother

Smack a **** daylight, twenty-five for my brother

Throw a lot for my brother, give out five to my brothers

If they push back, cuddy ain't gon' slide for your brother

A thousand miles away, ****, that won't change we brothers

All them high-speed chases, gone on them fuckers

Any **** tweak, I'll blow like a muffler

Your lil' bitch on my dick? Hell no, I ain't touch her

I'll ride for my bitch, I'd die for my bitch

****, if I had wings, I'd fly for my bitch

Even in a room quiet, I be shy for my bitch

These real fuckin' tears, I'll cry to my bitch

I'll blow for lil' sis, go broke for lil' sis

Bust a **** fuckin' head, beat a ho for my sis

****, any fuckin' thing you say go when you rich

I know **** gon' treat you like a ho when you bitch

I know **** gon' get you on the floor when you strip

I ain't goin' out bad, took a roll from this bitch

Whip the boy and the girl, got the flow with the mix

Bitch, I love the tour life, in the O in the pits

Dog Shit Militia

She can get whatever, you won't hear my tellin' no to my bitch

Get the opp drop, pull up to his lo' with them sticks

Bro a heavy sipper, he just turned his four to a six

Green light on every Glocky, we on go with the blicks

Zotti plug in Cali, he he shippin' 'bows to the Mitt

Think I'm clumsy when I get up in that mode how I trip

Rich as fuck, I just might throw up, all this motion, I'm sick

I'll ride for Militia, I'll slide for Militia

When it's war, won't catch me duckin', I'm outside for Militia

Everything, I gotta put it on the line for Militia

Icy, they know when they see them diamonds shine, it's Militia

Blowin' twenties at the mall, remember fives in the tank

I could pull a hundred out, I used to slide with the blanks

If it's money on the floor, you know I'll dive to the pape'

I put them boys ahead of me, they stabbed my spine anyway

Me and gang tied in, them my Siamese twins

If them piggies flick the lights, we on a high-speed, then

Talkin' to them labels, tell 'em I need nineteen M's

How I run this money up, think I got nineteen limbs

Brought my blicky to the venue, they let 19 in

If I want it, I could cash it or could swipe these BINs

They don't wanna see me shine, I let me ice bling, then

I been shittin', how I'm feelin', I just might be him

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Certi?