Brucky 2.0 - SR

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

I got younglings and collars in my jacket

He swore on his nannies, will grip it and bang it (Normal)

Stop with the actin', stop with the cappin'

My guys pull up and tap it

My guys pull up and tap it

Close one eye and burned his … (Burnin')

Two hands on a shotgun, wind on the window

You know it’s gonna fuckin' happen (Woo)

Gyalie wanna come 'round gang for the hrr

Drop your drawers, I’m smashin' (Smashin')

Or open your mouth on badness

Splish, splash, you know I ain’t braggin'

You ain’t ever took it to the match like Brannin'

Tried to bang it, and the ting kept jammin' (Jammin')

Mad ting, mad ting

Bro uses his cutter, now, he’s on a landin'

Suttin' got touched, and they’re blamin' us

Yo, don’t blame my friends

Pick up your wap and fill it with bells (Fill it)

And beat your GM, my browning’s peng

The cats gone mad 'cah their light and dark is leng

(Leng, leng, leng, leng, leng)

We off in shops and dodge these feds

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

Broad day bootings (Normal)

'Course it’s my guy doin' the shootings

'Course it’s my guy jumpin' out and scratch these fuckings

And keepin it movin'

Every other day, I got a baddie

She wants to suck man, tell her «Hold my swammy» (And again)

Best move mad with the rammy

Screw too loose, he gonna kill you, patty

Yo, put your hands like this

Put your hands like that

Yo, Siraq dons, we crash

We picked up burners and Lampton fuckers

If you know Trap, he’s a shiesty man

He was chillin' in the left, bro came from the right

Crept up and made it bang (Drop him)

(Bang, bang, bang, bang)

In the bando, got a slang, right crack

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)

If you’re in the bando, chasin' that money

One hunna, you split that prof' with your mummy

If your main ting said that she loves me

Would you love her?

Would you call her hunny?

Dummy

If bro-bro rise that brucky

Are you gonna run a whole corn?

You a buddy (Ha)

And if you hold corn with your buddy

I’m hopin' that you ain’t gettin' corn in your tummy (No way)