Brothers by Que Hitta
Brothers by Que Hitta

Brothers

Que Hitta * Track #3 On At War With the Rich

Brothers Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Honcho, turn this mo—)

[Chorus]
Same struggle, we all got different hustles
Say, I'm slidin' 'bout my brother
Yes, I'm dyin' 'bout my brother
Get on this stand, raise my right hand and get to lyin' 'bout my brother, ayy
Reload the clip, I'm bussin' iron 'bout my brother, ayy
That ain't my brother, he gon' tell on me, free PK off that felony
Look me in my face, I see the hate, I see the jealousy
Name all on that work, for twelve be workin, ain't no tellin' me
My crother stand next to me, stand down, Draco on ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Come shop, get you right
I got what you want and plus this white bitch
He gon' get upset 'bout that lil' bitch well then I'm strikin'
I was here before, well before, Vikings
I don't take threats lightly, before every storm ain't just lightning
High off these drugs to ease the pain, backwood hit like Tyson
Don't trust me I'm shiesty, just do him like Nike
Drac' a nigga for askin' politely, low down ain't no nice shit
Don't need no vest, Que Hitta strapped up just like he dikin'
Most likely, up the score, no fighting
I could not just fuck up on a white bitch
My killa full of that white bitch, late night shit, on some wipe shit
For my brothers get you gone for a lil' ass price bitch
Ayy, lil' H my brother, yeah I love him, ayy
Jackboy my nigga, my brother
Lil' Glock be talkin' his lil' shit, but who gon' touch 'em?
Free PK and Gutta, free lil' Hot, that's a big brother
Taught myself how to be loyal, TaMecca raised me, I love ya
Can't wait to blow up to spoil my sisters, brothers, and loved ones
Keep the grass cut, I don't trust none, we spin again, we don't rush once
Just went fucked off at the shake junt, [?] 'bout her lacefront
How you want smoke? This right here a laced joint

[Chorus]
Same struggle, we all got different hustles
Say, I'm slidin' 'bout my brother
Yes, I'm dyin' 'bout my brother
Get on this stand, raise my right hand and get to lyin' 'bout my brother, ayy
Reload the clip, I'm bussin' iron 'bout my brother, ayy
That ain't my brother, he gon' tell on me, free PK off that felony
Look me in my face, I see the hate, I see the jealousy
Name all on that work, for twelve be workin, ain't no tellin' me
My crother stand next to me, stand down, Draco on ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Take you off and finish you
You real, they can't blemish you
I been gone a while, you can't walk a mile up in these tennis shoes
Lost all of my feelings too, I'ma let you know when I ain't feelin' you
I can hold you down, just wait the process if you willin' to
I'm so cold and I think I need healin' too
Heart fucked up, I ain't kiddin' you
Poppin' my shit, they envy you
You can't let these lil' fuck niggas sentence you
Send one [?], I'm sendin' two
You can get 'em hit all off the love, just off the strength of Que
(The strength of Que, ayy, knock off you and you, and you and you)

[Chorus]
Same struggle, we all got different hustles
Say, I'm slidin' 'bout my brother
Yes, I'm dyin' 'bout my brother
Get on this stand, raise my right hand and get to lyin' 'bout my brother, ayy
Reload the clip, I'm bussin' iron 'bout my brother, ayy
That ain't my brother, he gon' tell on me, free PK off that felony
Look me in my face, I see the hate, I see the jealousy
Name all on that work, for twelve be workin, ain't no tellin' me
My crother stand next to me, stand down, Draco on ecstasy

Brothers Q&A

Who wrote Brothers's ?

Brothers was written by Que Hitta.

Who produced Brothers's ?

Brothers was produced by Honcho Jue.

When did Que Hitta release Brothers?

Que Hitta released Brothers on Tue Mar 17 2020.

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