To My Brothers Lyrics

If I text your phone, bitch, you better text back

Send me some love, baby, don't get attached

Know how it goes, I can't fall for the trap

Never fall in love, I'm focused on rap

God, I'm just livin' and havin' some fun

Pray for my sins at the end of the month

Who can I trust

Testin' my limits, I'm pushin' my luck

Bitin' this liquor, the thought of you makin me sicker

I'm with my side girl, and we need to go fuck

I'm with my side girl, I don't know if I need her, I think I'm a pleaser

Shout out to my brothers, we get money, we get lit

Got to do it for my mama, got to make her rich

All these bags blowin' like they blowin in the wind

Too many hoes, I can never love again

Shout out to my brothers, we get money, we get lit

Got to do it for my mama, got to make her rich

All these bags blowin' like they blowin in the wind

Too many hoes, I can never love again

They gettin' mad, I got them round my thumb I'm always hot, so they think that I'm dumb

Fuckin' around, we get high till we numb

She suckin' my dick on my deathbed

Fuck all the shit that you think I said

I've been smokin' on blunts like a crackhead

I've been down in the dumps, leave my body in the dump

Mix the sake with my cup, drink the whiskey till I'm drunk

Take it with me when I'm on, take it with me when I'm off

I don't really give a fuck, all you rappers really suck

Heard you rappers were some cucks, make a thousand out some bunk

Fuck a gangster, I'm a punk, drunk in the mars

Undertaker, I'm a god, most of you funny, I'm not

Shout out to my brothers, we get money, we get lit

Got to do it for my mama, got to make her rich

All these bags blowin' like they blowin in the wind

Too many hoes, I can never love again

Shout out to my brothers, we get money, we get lit

Got to do it for my mama, got to make her rich

All these bags blowin' like they blowin in the wind

Too many hoes, I can never love again