Brothers

[Intro: Xanman]
I’m off the drugs, I hope it never ends
I got your bitch and we best of friends

[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad bitch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said fuck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil nigga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
Nigga’s be fake trappin’, these niggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger

[Verse 1: Xanman]
(?)
I ain’t Quavo, he ain’t taking my chain
All of these niggas they lame to you
Fall in the trap with the same dudes
I don’t love you, I don’t hate you
But please don’t act like I need you
We should see some other people
These niggas love you when they need you
All of my (?)
Standard on me (?)
Backdoor the plug like the housing inspector
AR send him to heaven
I seen my father leave, I was seven
Two Glocks tucked, we ain’t wrecking
Glock 23 with a stick in the dresser
Walk down, I’m Guissepe steppin’

[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad bitch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said fuck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil nigga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
Nigga’s be fake trappin’, these niggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger

[Verse 2: Lil Junkie]
I’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging
Packs in get them off in abundant
Working the scale, I bagged 4200
Give a fuck ‘bout a bitch, ‘cause a young nigga thumbing
And we getting straight to the cash
Bro called me copped the extended mag
Hit off at the light, skirt off do the dash
Rip presure, I can’t fuck with them xans
Lil junkie i’m trappin, i’m tryna make a million
Momma told me I keep hurting her feelings
Extensions and Glocks, so my young niggas drilling
I guess the opps man, I swear ain’t with it
First pound, bust down in the kitchen
Red beam and we aiming at fittings
Perc 30 got a young nigga itching
I pray to God watch over me
I’m taking chances in these fucking streets
XD with the lemon squeeze
My momma keep tryna get rid of me
These niggas ain’t feeling my energy
16 copped a quarter P
No silencer I let that .40 speak
To set him up, bitch I need a fee
Lil junkie in these fucking streets

[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad bitch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said fuck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil nigga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
Nigga’s be fake trappin’, these niggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger