[VERSE 1]
Yuh, I just rolled up with the bro
I never go it alone, yuh yuh
Best not be slowing your roll
I won’t be throwing no bones, yuh yuh
I’ll leave you broken and prone
You approaching my zone, then I’m ‘bout to engage
I’ll have these curses all shouting in pain
Put up a fight or get out of my way!
Out of my way, out of my way
Grinning, believe that I’m not here to play
I’m here to slay, you’re here to pray
No god will now save you, your corpse on display
Putting my fist to your face
Wiping that look off your mug, it’s distasteful
Hope you don’t plan to complain
If you keep bitching we’re making it painful
6 foot 3, different type of bеhemoth
Each curse is benеath us, I'll send you to Jesus
You trying to beat us, bet you cannot reach us
Leaving you wheezing like General Grievous
Step to the brothers, your people get bodied
Crew JJK like we Breeton and ‘Badi
Punches pack power, leave holes like a shotty
Love getting rough, you can just ask the hotties
[HOOK]
Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning, fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist, your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil, our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with
Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning, fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist, your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil, our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with
[VERSE 2]
You getting hit with a Black Flash
In a second it’s taking your lights out
This ain’t a game, we don’t back dash
Nah we ain’t backing down from a fight, now
You’re in the game for the fat stacks
Itadori and me, we don’t like clout
We’re in the game for the fat racks
And the ass that’ll clap when the pipe’s out
Better pipe down if you keep talkin
Get heads knocking so get with it
We fuck curses up so often
No wonder this song’s explicit
(Fuck!) We causing damage so step back
Divergent Fist make your head crack
You’ll be feeling it later like jet lag
I'm switching in and you get clapped!
If you wanna play, say, tank that’s here to make way
Wanting cake from Mei Mei, I’m taking out Grade As
Man it’s like a birthday, hear the round of applause
Hunt like a beast when I roar, pounding down that back door
Muscles be bulging, look like Machamp
In thicc thighs I’m indulging, my head getting clamped
Fuck with the bros you get stamped out, this the plan now
‘Cuz this duo revamped
[HOOK]
Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning, fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist, your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil, our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with
Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning, fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist, your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil, our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with
Bro Shit! Switching positions
The head get to spinning, fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist, your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil, our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with Bro Shit!
Bro Shit was written by AfroLegacy & ColaKong.
Bro Shit was produced by Artteye Beats.