ฟังเพลงSTEPBROTHERS (Explicit)

50 million up

I ain't sell my catalog 'cause I got real guts

Quit drinkin' but I got some guap seals tucked

I'm a player, I can't pay no bitch to let me fuck

But I'll look out for her if she need a couple bucks

Mossberg pump gave his ass a couple bucks

Goal line fourth and inches, all I know is rush

We'll catch your ass in traffic even if it's rush

I don't argue, I'd rather let my blick fuss

Hold your blick up

Hold your blick up

If rap wasn't workin', I'd probably rob a Brink's truck

Lost a couple brothers, that's the reason why I'm inked up

He was pillow talkin', that's what got his ass beamed up

Opps keep on dyin', why the fuck you think they teamed up?

Real deal boogeymen, we comes through and cleans up

We don't spare nobody, we'll hit your teens up

Twenty-time champ, gotta use my feet to hold my rings up

Hit her from the back and watch her cream up

She's a diva and a demon

She so fine, I got her pregnant off my precum

This nerd-ass nigga probably tweak somethin'

Big 4L, we control, alt, delete somethin'

Kick a door in, hit a lick, we tryna breach somethin'

We was young chasing hoes, hide and seek somethin'

All this fuckin' steppin', need to get my feet done

Get your ass smacked actin' like you seen somethin'

Keep your mouth closed 'fore we get your teeth done

UAV inside your hood, we finna sweep somethin'

Vibes askin' for the Percs, you know I keep some

She keep suckin' me like that, then she gon' be somethin'

Too much '42, she askin' me to eat somethin'

Bitch, you must've lost your mind, I came to beat somethin'

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, you might done lost your mind, I came to beat somethin'

Yeah

I been posted all day, I'm a Zone 6 nigga for real (For real)

Niggas know what's up with Slimeball, I'm havin' them deals

Comin' in my trap right now, you can make you a meal

If I feel like you pussy, nigga, I'm takin' for real (Take it)

I been takin' niggas shit for a minute (Yeah)

I came from the place where you gotta go and spend it (Yessir)

If you pussy wit' it, then somebody take 'em with it (Gimme that)

Yeah, and they'll take your life wit' it (Gimme that)

Better keep it on you, ain't no slippin' in the trap (No)

If you in your hood, nigga, better keep that strap (Strap)

Feelin' like you butt naked when you never wit' it (Damn)

And you got them chains on, boy, this shit get chilly (Get chilly)

Sendin' out that hot shit, know you ain't with spinnin' (Uh-uh)

Go on in the house 'cause this shit out here get wicked (This shit get wicked)

Young nigga got that trip, man, he trippin' (He trippin')

Y'all niggas out here gettin' too friendly (Goddamn)

All that wantin' to clique up, man, give it up (Give it up)

Niggas ain't gang enough, who the fuck is bro? (Huh?)

Niggas not dangerous enough to hang with us (Huh?)

Yeah (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

If you ain't slid for your brother and he got killed, you a bitch, nigga (You a bitch, nigga)

I'm just lettin' y'all niggas know that shit that I ain't never did (Never did)

If I can't handle it myself, you know that money all in (All in)

I'll make your brother backstab you, nigga, fuck a friend (Fuck a friend)

I don't care nothin' 'bout your twin, your twin'll do you in

Man, y'all broke-ass niggas ain't seen a ten, I'll give you two tens (Two tens)

Man, these niggas'll do it, they don't give a fuck 'bout turnin' they brother in (Nah)

Man, these streets, this shit ain't got no love, that's why I'm goin' in (Goin' in)

Uh-uh

Man, this street shit get homicide, these niggas ain't got it

Yeah, yeah, yeah