How you say you my brother
We gone ride for each other
You just gone fold on me
How snitching for life boy you switched over night
That shit took a toll on me
How you sayyyy
How you got my brothers you ain't did no dirt
What that mean bout the last time we put him on a shirt
[Inaudible]
Shooters pull like Curry, with the thirty
Do him dirty, turn him into crumbs
Leave him for the birdies
In and out, like a drive through
Five percent tint when he slide through
Maneuver through these nosey hoes
Gotta move in silence, all tap and morse code
Hooks got me reeling in biddies like I'm fishing on bass pro
Higher than a moon-rock I'm smoking on astros
Said I'm up next, lemme climb the ladder
Stop listing to niggas opinions cause they ain't really matter
Every time I f*ck your bitch I swear I make her ass get fatter
F*cked her to some Artist, let that paint splatter
Caught you by surprise
This ain't my first rodeo
Sweat running down your nose, you finna turn Pinocchio
Don't you lie on me
Came out the huddle, Family on Three (Family on Three)
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How you say you my brother
We gone ride for each other
You just gone fold on me
How snitching for life boy you switched over night
That shit took a toll on me
How you sayyyy
How you got my brothers you ain't did no dirt
What that mean bout the last time we put him on a shirt
[Inaudible]
Shooters pull like Curry, with the thirty
Do him dirty, turn him into crumbs
Leave him for the birdies
In and out, like a drive through
Five percent tint when he slide through
Maneuver through these nosey hoes
Gotta move in silence, all tap and morse code
Hooks got me reeling in biddies like I'm fishing on bass pro
Higher than a moon-rock I'm smoking on astros
Said I'm up next, lemme climb the ladder
Stop listing to niggas opinions cause they ain't really matter
Every time I f*ck your bitch I swear I make her ass get fatter
F*cked her to some Artist, let that paint splatter
Caught you by surprise
This ain't my first rodeo
Sweat running down your nose, you finna turn Pinocchio
Don't you lie on me
Came out the huddle, Family on Three (Family on Three)
We gone ride for each other
You just gone fold on me
How snitching for life boy you switched over night
That shit took a toll on me
How you sayyyy
How you got my brothers you ain't did no dirt
What that mean bout the last time we put him on a shirt
[Inaudible]
Shooters pull like Curry, with the thirty
Do him dirty, turn him into crumbs
Leave him for the birdies
In and out, like a drive through
Five percent tint when he slide through
Maneuver through these nosey hoes
Gotta move in silence, all tap and morse code
Hooks got me reeling in biddies like I'm fishing on bass pro
Higher than a moon-rock I'm smoking on astros
Said I'm up next, lemme climb the ladder
Stop listing to niggas opinions cause they ain't really matter
Every time I f*ck your bitch I swear I make her ass get fatter
F*cked her to some Artist, let that paint splatter
Caught you by surprise
This ain't my first rodeo
Sweat running down your nose, you finna turn Pinocchio
Don't you lie on me
Came out the huddle, Family on Three (Family on Three)
Writer: AB Kirk, Adam Kirker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave