DARK BROTHERHOOD

(Je t'aime Trippie Redd)

(I'm shy, oh my God)

(This is a certified hood classic)

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask

Keep a choppa on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy

Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty

This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

I need three hundred K in every damn city

Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with me

Pussy shot the bus up, but hе missed me

They was mad thеy homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck 50

If I buck, then the gang buck with me

VVS the gang, baby, yeah, **** with me

Send a couple shots and see what's up with me

Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot back, duck with me

And it's in her purse, she slidin' too, she clutch with me

If the cops pull me over then she put it in her kitty

Walkin' through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty

.556 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy

Off a percocet, got my mind dancin' like Shiggy

The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie

I been puffin' on this gas, got me feelin' like Diddy

Catch a opp, walk 'em down, then hit the damn griddy

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask

Keep a choppa on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy

Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty

This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

They caught the 'Rarri doin' donuts, callin' said she with her boyfriend I'm like, "So what?"

Took a PJ to the money, now I'm stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, "Hold up"

We done came from the bottom, I ain't had no other choice but to go up

Now I'm jumpin' on stage, need one-point-shh just to show up

I'm the littest in the city, Cubans on, it be hard to chill

Ten carats, it be hard to hear, my hood treat me like a God for real

They know I been hutchin' all my life and I ain't never had a job for real

Count it up and then take flight, hit and forget it, same night

I remember bein' stuck off in the trap, find a plug and then I got right

These niggas with me always keep a mask, I can't trust a soul, these niggas shiesty

I done took a gamble with my life, 4 gang, everybody piped

Count a hundred million, that's my vibe, gotta hit shit man, we gon' slide

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask

Keep a choppa on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy

Most turn nigga in the bity, know we keep it litty like a titty

This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy