Brotherly Love

[Intro: Flocks300]
606 killed this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Flocks300 & Mula Gzz]
Niggas know who I am when I walk in the spot
We got .40s and knocks, we gon' send a few shots (Bang-bang-bang)
I'ma get to a bag, what the fuck is a thot?
I'ma shoot 'em close range and free Bop wit' the chop
Said he rap what he live and I hope that's a fact
I'ma shoot through his stomach, it come out his back (Oh, God)
Now he screamin' and leanin', oh shit, that's a pack
Told 'em, think 'fore he speak, but he spoke and got whacked (Bang-bang-bang)
I'm done beefin' wit' bitches, they gotta get real
Free them demons who steppin', they deep in the field
We like crack in the '80s, they all on our dick
We ain't havin' no babies, we fuck and dismiss (Bye-bye)
If his ass movin' crazy, then blow off his lip
Drop 'em off in the alley, then look for his bitch
Got no time for no games, we ain't lookin' for play
I call Banga to blast (Ayy, 606 killed this shit), so he lettin' it spray (Bang, bang, bang)
You can ask 'bout the last, he got left in the grave
He was talkin' too hot, speakin' on Cougar name
Couple demons, they out here, they lookin' for stains
Niggas tuckin' they chains, but they lookin' for brains (Don't run)
Stupid nigga, he buggin' for nothin'
He ran, I ain't clutchin, just wanted to beat on the kid (Bop-bop-bop)
Boy, you like twenty, you runnin'
This shit is disgustin', but what you think bro really did? (Ah)
He finished ya shit

[Verse 2: Mula Gzz]
You get him, I'm on the rest (Like)
Chase Down Gang, tryna put 'em to rest, like (Grrah-grrah)
Told my lil' bitch that I want the neck (Like, what?)
'Cause she do it sloppy and her pussy wet (Like, damn)
I'm a stomper, nigga, I don't step (I don't step)
I'm from Yonkers, where we put in rec' (Boom-boom)
That boy a spliff, he threw shots in his chest (Like, grrah, boom)
Flocks is solid, nigga, he the best, like
Like, I love my lil' brother (Like, I love my lil' brother)
I'm throwin' shots if that boy try to touch 'em, grrah (Grrah)
I ain't trustin' no other (I ain't trustin' no other)
My father was knocked, we was raised by my mother, look (Damn-damn)
Started off from the gutter (Started off in the gutter)
We had it hard, but we all had each other, facts (And we all had each other)
Like, I dare 'em to run up (Dare him to run up)
Send four shots if we spot us a Gunna (If we spot us a Gunna)
Free Kay (Free Kay), free Dougie
My bitch say she love me, but she cannot trust me (But she cannot trust me)
She gon' ride on my dick like a [?]
Put on every spot, nigga, go ask and trust me (Like, damn-damn)
I get busy, it get ugly (It get—)
Why try to play wit' me? Bitch, I'm a dummy (I'm a dummy)
Ayy, yo, Flocks, who that in that buggy? (Who that?)
Shake up the party, they know how we buggin'
Like, we make it get lit (Yeah, we make it—)
Better not try to run up and get tripped, pussy
Like, you know how I get (Like, you know how I—)
Touch one of mine, I pop out wit' the stick (I pop out wit' the—), like
Everything is for who? (Everything is for what?)
Y'all ain't get back for Drip, like (Drippy)
And you flockin' on what? (And you flockin' on what?)
You ain't never do shit, like (You ain't never do nothin')