KAMO - Brudda Lyrics

Rock out that bitch with my brudda
She don't wanna give me lovin'
F*ck it we ball we stuffin
Pockets they fat like a pooh
Shout out that bitch gimme loot
I pour a duce in a coupe
I get the top I'm loose
Stop talking bout u coo
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out like a guitar
I gotta hoe in the stars
F*ck gas I'm going to Mars
Fly dat bitch off the bars

Backwoods I'm stuffin, f*ck it u bluffin
Ain't on that tussin, Bitch u was nothing
F*ck with that other shit, u ain't with brudda shi
U dats my gang go life, put a lil fangs on ice
Would u rather be broke, sit yo ass on a porch
I just might nut I'm yo head, u can tell by the clean
I just might pull out the sheen, all dese bitches on me
U bluffin u ran with the dope, stop joking yo feelings is hurt
If I'm with Uzi you straight off the vert, play wit me n u back in the dirt
Nigga stop bustin the Uzi, she got a wet lil coochie
Dese niggas be some slime nudy, bitch u know dat I'm ruly
Lets f*ck in da back, hoe don't f*ckin relax
Or u might just relapse, I got the gas & the pack
I put yo hoe on the Mac, f*ck it we killing the trap, gas moving like the fax
Bitch on me like on slatt, blood in the water like tap
I got that bitch in the flat, gas moving like the fax, bitch on me like on slatt

Rock out that bitch with my brudda
She don't wanna give me lovin'
F*ck it we ball we stuffin
Pockets they fat like a pooh
Shout out that bitch gimme loot
I pour a duce in a coupe
I get the top I'm loose
Stop talking bout u coo
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out
Rock it out like a guitar
I gotta hoe in the stars
F*ck gas I'm going to Mars
Fly dat bitch off the bars