Blood Bruddas (feat. Biggz & Gbaby)

Oh, when that vine starts to burnin
Ayy, ayy
Oh, when that vine starts to burnin
I spot a opp on every corner, I just cannot get away
How you talkin' brazy on the net but will not run the fade
Yeah, I know a lot of things that I will never get to say
We gon' take your brother out the picture, take him out the frame
Know a lot of demons that'll pop out everywhere you lay
Yeah, I lost some brothers for him, I'm a pour fuckin' foe
We gon' dump the clip like this shit ain't no beef but this shit war
Wonder why my heart's so cold, my shit is rotten to the core
And I ain't got no interest in that thotty, yeah, that hoe is boring
Nigga want beef, then say that I'll have my shooters, pop up at your door like, door dash
Slept on the floor and now I want mo' cash, niggas is bitches, we know that
He tryna dip in the whip and we let off some shots
Niggas be lovin' these hoes, wait till they find out that they be sendin' they dot
Lots of battles, I fought, niggas crazy bout a thot, drop a K and they flock
Your dead brother gettin' mocked, run up on me, get socked
Yeah, my life keep tickin', run up on me and yours finna go took
Bitches shit but they not, can't let em know a lot, trust a hoe i cannot
Spot an opp on every corner, I just cannot get away
How you talkin' brazy on the net but we'll not run the fade
Yeah, I know a lot of things that I will never get to say
We gon' take your brother out the picture, take him out the frame
Yeah, I know some shit, I never speak about lil' boys
Love to run their mouth like, what the fuck they talkin' bout
Pull up, leave em' missin', they swimmin' with the fishes
I pull up, take their missus, cause she, see the roof missin'
Steady countin' digits, I'm chillin' with the bros
We gettin' to this dough, lil' nigga, you a hoe
You better keep a pole, cause we lurkin' on the corner
Steady talkin' shit, lil' nigga, we gon' show ya
Pull up with the six, lil' nigga, you a bitch
Steady stackin' chips while I'm chillin' with your bitch
Yeah, I know some shit that I'll never speak about
I find out where you stay, I'ma let that bitch blow
Lay his ass in the dirt, niggas love to run they mouth
And you already heard Jr, we gon' pour us up a four
Ain't no weak straps, these is big five, five sixes
Talkin' on my blood brothers, we gon' have to leave you missin
This what y'all been waitin' on, I'm finally on a mission
Finally got me started, now you niggas gon' be finished
I'll stick you in your shit too, don't let me catch you slippin
Grill em' like I'm formin', nigga, one, two, one, two
And my brothers love them chops, so we keep them bitches hidden
Hit his ass so hard, now he got a loose screw
Talkin' bout Im gon' get my crew, we made them niggas go missin
My bad lil' bro, just forgot that one, two
My green grown in a boxing ring, damn this shit hittin'
Man, I just started, all you niggas already finished
Damn, shit I guess I am too
I guess I am too
I guess I am too
I guess I am too