4 my bruddas (who ever knew 2)

[Intro]
(What do you desire? 4400 taliban, bitch, haha)

[Verse]
2018 I had moved back to FL
I was just really hoopin' wit' Gee, D, I met them
Yeah, them my big brothers fasho
Once we get rich, we ain't goin' back poor
Like, really really I'm too up
Lil' Ish is my brother, wit' him I grew up
If you play wit' him, bitch, then its up
We smokin' in a Lexus truck
Fast forward, we fuckin' on twins for real
Jo know some people that get you killed
I call up Rada just to get you spilled
My brother walk with that stick for real
If the price ain't right, I ain't signin' no deal
Alamo hit me, they fuckin' wit' Dyl
(For real, for real, for real)
Gavin, you know how bad I want this shit
Remembеr I wasn't hoopin' 'cause a bitch
And you got on my ass, had to cut her quick
Had fell out whеn I started music shit
Who ever knew I would come up this quick?
And you know that we locked in, bro you know we fam'
I know that gon' piss you off but you my mans fasho
'Member we ain't have no money, yeah, we was broke
After we hoopin' we go hit the corner store
My mama really had to bring us food
We was starving, bro, Mary in my heart fasho
Look down at my arm, you know
That yo' name on it so you still wit' me
But I really miss you and this shit suck
I don't really wanna fall in love
My mama say I got too involved wit' drugs
Was soundin' like yo' auntie
Sorry, I'm a dope fiend, it run in my blood
I was wit' Josh in my first time in the club
Ish pulled out that fire, had to show 'em wassup
And its all love, you know
On the game talkin' shit wit' Noah
Yeah, you my day one, my other bro switched up
But I knew that that shit was comin'
But its all good though
I hope that he doin' straight
Gettin' money and stay out the way
Bitch don't hit my phone, I'm makin' plays
And Izzy, you know that I love you
I don't know if it [?] but you gon' be my sis forever
Fuck what they be sayin', back in New York
Bitch, I finally landed
Get to see my mama and my granny
And got all my lil' sisters, love my family
[?] told me his mom here
Bitch I'm way too elite, I'm top ten
Lil' Jay, he be hittin' the hoes
Call up Kevin, ten grams, tryna roll
I just fucked a bitch all on the road
And my girl mad back home
But wit' you, I know I belong
Yeah, in my room, I'm singin' these songs
Yeah, I'm ready, like that