Brothers ft. Champ Lyrics

Catch you slipping after dark and hit you every way

You messed with the wrong ones we them heavyweights

Once I drag you by your feet then there's no escape

Have you call your baby momma say your running late

You a wanksta who can't make his own money

Keep that little bread cuz you lookin' real hungry

Claiming you a thug well homie you real funny

Messing with the wrong one you a real dummy

If I really wanted you gone shady would get it done

But it ain't even like that rather show you I'm the one

I brought my brother to so he could enjoy the fun

And I promise if you try us your homies are gonna run

They ask me where I been in the Whitt stuck in my ways

Teach my brother how to make plays so he gets paid

I'm talking legit, cuz ima always keep you safe

If I taught you anything it's do you let em hate

The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers

The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers

I got his back until I die for him ima cover

Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder

We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers

We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers

Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other

Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter

Very anti social but best believe that these fist talk

Mess with one of us and you getting jumped this ain't kriss kross

Looking like jazzy jeff when he used to get tossed

Ain't got my own business yet but I'm a big boss

Youngest rapper in my city I'm repping my section

Have you running from my fist I don't need no weapon

Got the the plays from my brother now we steady flexing

Thought I couldn't do it then you should stop your guessing

If you ain't one of us then you should get to running

I'm born ready hustle steady I ain't never fronting

We the brothers from the Whitt that got the city jumping

Fee Fi Fo Fum you can hear us thumping

Hold up for a sec, let me catch my breath

When you talk say it with your chest

Made it out the struggle now I'm feeling blessed

I'm working hard right now so I don't gotta stress

The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers

The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers

I got his back until I die for him ima cover

Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder

We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers

We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers

Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other

Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter

Haha

I'm proud of you bro

I know times is hard but, aye that's life

I know you a strong dude and the type to fight

Just know you gonna always make it through

And God will never give us nothing we can't handle

I got your back for life, call me I'm there and that's mando

Love you

The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers

The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers

I got his back until I die for him ima cover

Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder

We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers

We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers

Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other

Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter

The type to pull up take your chick yeah we them brothers

The type to get a bag and split it yeah we them brothers

I got his back until I die for him ima cover

Touch him then you got to die homie I ain't studder

We pull up don't need no clique yeah we them brothers

We so fresh you want a pic yeah we them brothers

Mess with one of us, then you gon get the other

Super smooth and super slick they call me little butter

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers

Yeah we them brothers