BROTHER

Skeet, no brothers
I turn the fuck up, on my mother
Shut yo bitch ass up find some others
I ain’t do that shit find another

Did you find the coke I don’t know where to go
Tryna find a pope where I know the destination that I go
Shooting at your folks and yo hoes
These bitches already know
Bout that shit
Homicide
All the fields in my heels in the side
Imma try
Imma try, imma try, imma try
You ain’t a fake-a bitch
You ain’t no brother
I shoot the Fuckin ah
From the ah
Homicide that shoot the Fuckin bot
On god you ah little bot

Ion fuck wit it, ion fuck wit it
You ain’t on shit, you ain’t on shit
You a fake - a bitch
You fab bitch
Ion fuck wit it, ion fuck wit it

Yea yea
Yea yea yea
I just wanna know
I just wanna know
I wanna know (I wanna know)
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Terrors that fix the mirror
Double me twice, imma make it uh
Uh keep talking all that shit
Fuck NIECHH it’s 808, fuck NIECHH it’s 808, fuck NIECHH it’s 808
Abandoned that shit far away