Brudda Brudda

[Intro]
Cade, what the fuck going on?
Tell these nigga we just in the trenches, yeah
Kicking shit, you know what the fuck going on
Real slayer shit, man, get high in that bitch, yeah

[Verse]
Brother from another mother
Yeah, we share the same fucking clothes 'cause I fucking love you
I heard that y'all fell out 'bout that ho, you a fucking sucker
I heard that you speaking on my name, you in fucking trouble
I ain't even want no fucking problems, I just want the fucking dollars
I'm in all black like T'Challa, sipping drank out baby bottles
She got good head and good mouth, damn, I think she swallowed
She's a good girl, a good spouse, I don't fuck her proper
If you walked in with your dog, throw your swords up (Hey)
Y'all ever stepped on shit together, put your swords up (Hey)
If y'all ever spent a fucking bag, put your swords up (Hey)
If y'all ever made some fucking racks, put your swords up (Hey)
This is for the slayers (Damn)
I was tryna put 'em on game, this is for the players (Go)
Blunts on blunts, we getting high as fuck, elevator (Switch it up)
These niggas is traitors
Don't trust 'em at all (On God)
Don't trust them niggas (Don't trust them fuck niggas)
That's my brother from another
Gotta keep this shit together, gotta keep this shit together, yeah
That's my brother from another
Gotta keep this shit together, gotta keep this shit together, yeah
You was all I got and you was all I need
Shoutout to my brother, big Slay Ali
Shoutout to lil' Hova, shoutout to lil' Demon (What else?)
Remember we was locked in hitting out the Regal (On God)
Boom, bop-bop, two-piece him (Come here)
Bitch was getting on my nerve, I cut her, who needs you (Bye)
How did I fit four hoes in a two-seater?
How the fuck I spent a million dollars on two people? (Pope living)

[Outro]
I love my fucking brothers, nigga
On God, I promise
I don't hang around nobody else
I don't trust nobody else but these niggas, you feel me?
Shoutout Ali, shoutout Demon, shoutout Hov and them slayers, nigga (Slay)
I fucking love you, nigga