My Brudda 2X - Mozzy, Trae Tha Truth, Celly Ru

My nigga lost his phone bruh, who got that shit?

Nigga everybody get to empty they pockets nigga, for real

This is Jay P Bangz music

Go to war for you if I love you

Gotta score for you and a double, I just wanna see you bubble

'Nough said wrote across the knuckles

Hundred ball in the duffel, organize the nickel bundles

Ain’t no doubt about it, got the nickel on us

Bust her out blood, I think the people on us

They forever geekin' on us

Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us

Pimp partner bitch bad, he been tryna keep it from us

Keep it a hundred, I’m a hundred, I’ma keep it that

You can always have the hoes, pimpin' need a pack

Hell Gang Mozzy, fuck you, you don’t believe in that

Threw a half a dime in the crowd like I ain’t needed that

Gripped up, Casanova told 'em keep a strap

We was droppin' thirty on 'em with no feedback

Yeah, tryna cook a nigga’s noodles

Why you hidin' blood?

We gettin' tired of lookin' for you poodles

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up

Ayy check this out real fast, I’m finna take you on a ride

Six Flags, if you don’t die you better have a shit-bag

It’s murder where I lived at

And you ain’t even heard of, where you been at?

Strip a nigga, you can’t get your shit back

My feet planted ten flat

Been on this type of shit before I did rap

The only difference now, I got a big bag

Niggas shot at me and missed, we actin' like they did that

Karma play God tonight and take one of they nigs back, big facts

If I ain’t got it on me, my lil' brodie gon' shoot

Fuck a group, it’s only a driver and maybe two

Who is you?

You ain’t grow up hangin' with the Ru’s

Niggas knew, I don’t fuck with suckers and niggas who do

That’s on the Ru’s

Head-shotter, murder all of my problems

Free Shotta, doin' twelve in the pen, you know I got him

On my mama, I got you the same way that you got me

Lil brodie bounce out of the pen, caught a body nigga

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up

If I say it’s love, better know it be unconditional

Brother to the end, even after we leave the physical

If I say I got you, I got you, nothin' additional

Play with that, we out catchin' bodies like it’s traditional

Play the block like Jordan and Pippen if you ain’t close to us

Only code we speakin' is loyalty for the both of us

Me and mine, we go against anything that’s opposing us

We don’t fuck with niggas, these niggas out here be hoes to us

Fuck 'em, we pull up, shake 'em, and dust 'em down

Radiate 'em, we fill 'em, drain 'em, and flush 'em down

Bet I clean up whatever, you go to touchin' mine

Play with anything, like a Rollie, homie we bust it down

If you gotta go then nigga I gotta go too

Right or wrong, that shit don’t matter, I’m ridin' with you

If it’s time to up the business, I’m slidin' with you

Bond jumpin', disappear, shit I’m hidin' with you

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up

My brother, my brother brother, my brother

Call me and I’m comin' with cutters, we come to cut up

Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up

You ain’t got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up