My Brudda 2X (feat. Celly Ru & Trae tha Truth)

Ayy cut the music off, everybody shut the fuck up, nigga
 My nigga lost his phone bruh, who got that shit?
 Nigga everybody get to empty they pockets nigga, for real
 This is Jay P Bangz music
 Go to war for you if I love you
 Gotta score for you and a double, I just wanna see you bubble
 'Nough said wrote across the knuckles
 Hundred ball in the duffel, organize the nickel bundles
 Ain't no doubt about it, got the nickel on us
 Bust her out blood, I think the people on us
 They forever geekin' on us
 Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us
 Pimp partner bitch bad, he been tryna keep it from us
 Keep it a hundred, I'm a hundred, I'ma keep it that
 You can always have the hoes, pimpin' need a pack
 Hell Gang Mozzy, fuck you, you don't believe in that
 Threw a half a dime in the crowd like I ain't needed that
 Gripped up, Casanova told 'em keep a strap
 We was droppin' thirty on 'em with no feedback
 Yeah, tryna cook a nigga's noodles
 Why you hidin' blood? We gettin' tired of lookin' for you poodles
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
 Ayy check this out real fast, I'm finna take you on a ride
 Six Flags, if you don't die you better have a shit-bag
 It's murder where I lived at
 And you ain't even heard of, where you been at?
 Strip a nigga, you can't get your shit back
 My feet planted ten flat
 Been on this type of shit before I did rap
 The only difference now, I got a big bag
 Niggas shot at me and missed, we actin' like they did that
 Karma play God tonight and take one of they nigs back, big facts
 If I ain't got it on me, my lil' brodie gon' shoot
 Fuck a group, it's only a driver and maybe two
 Who is you? You ain't grow up hangin' with the Ru's
 Niggas knew, I don't fuck with suckers and niggas who do
 That's on the Ru's
 Head-shotter, murder all of my problems
 Free Shotta, doin' twelve in the pen, you know I got him
 On my mama, I got you the same way that you got me
 Lil brodie bounce out of the pen, caught a body nigga
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
 If I say it's love, better know it be unconditional
 Brother to the end, even after we leave the physical
 If I say I got you, I got you, nothin' additional
 Play with that, we out catchin' bodies like it's traditional
 Play the block like Jordan and Pippen if you ain't close to us
 Only code we speakin' is loyalty for the both of us
 Me and mine, we go against anything that's opposing us
 We don't fuck with niggas, these niggas out here be hoes to us
 Fuck 'em, we pull up, shake 'em, and dust 'em down
 Radiate 'em, we fill 'em, drain 'em, and flush 'em down
 Bet I clean up whatever, you go to touchin' mine
 Play with anything, like a Rollie, homie we bust it down
 If you gotta go then nigga I gotta go too
 Right or wrong, that shit don't matter, I'm ridin' with you
 If it's time to up the business, I'm slidin' with you
 Bond jumpin', disappear, shit I'm hidin' with you
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
 My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda
 Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up
 Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
 You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up