These niggas folding but i cannot switch on my brother

I was selling Jays for five bro ain't have a job i made sure that he had some supper

When bro send them shots better duck for that cover

I thought she was the one but she turned to a bummer

Imma T up the party n**a ain't no slumber

Hit the stick on his face now i feel like a drummer

I got this shit out the dirt

Niggas told me to stop tapping but i ain't stop it i kept going

Run up on me n**a you can get stepped on

Bro got the chop it's gon f**k up his neck bone

Ran into a opp but that n**a crept home

Run up on wop then you gon get your shit blown

He not gon play he gon aim at your muffin

A hundred on a KD n**a it's nothing

Slide on the opps get to dumping

He want him a trick or a treat inna knock out his pumpkin

Imma smart lil n**a so i can't be flunking

Why do these p**y ass opps keep bluffing

He know where i'm at he ain't come through

My father ain't shit n**a i'm screaming f**k you

If you always lying how i'm supposed to trust you

Four shots at his back yeah I think he got luck too

But these niggas ain't sticked up

I was down on my d**k had to get me a buck

Seen that N**a in person he shut the f**k up

These niggas folding but i cannot switch on my brother

I was selling Jays for five bro ain't have a job i made sure that he had some supper

When bro send them shots better duck for that cover

I thought she was the one but she turned to a bummer

Imma T up the party n**a ain't no slumber

Hit the stick on his face now i feel like a drummer

I can't fold on my brothers

If i gotta lick imma go with my brother

If that b**h got a friend imma put on my brother

We in the same streets but we got different mothers

Uh

Aye Guap aye Cam we back again

Tell they ass go get a bag again

I'm in the booth I rap again

Scale on me momma like he back in the trap again

Phone keep jumping everybody be tapping in

Cause the plug just ship me a package in

Break that shit down build it up it's a process

I took a bad lil b**h to the projects

I'm in the trenches right their where the heart at

If my brother switch on me i shoot where his heart at

These niggas folding but i cannot switch on my brother

I was selling Jays for five bro ain't have a job i made sure that he had some supper

When bro send them shots better duck for that cover

I thought she was the one but she turned to a bummer

Imma T up the party n**a ain't no slumber

Hit the stick on his face now i feel like a drummer