Living and die by my brothers
They never go under or fold and they never gon' crease
Living and die by my brothers
They never go under or fold and they never gon' crease
Living and die by my brothers
They never go under or fold and they never gon' crease
Been balling, I got 'em all calling
They all in my wallet, they won't get a piece
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Buck, should I get it?
I been with the same friends, hoe, they never left
If you gonna bang, bro, best protect your chest
Bitch, I been getting to the bank, rolls getting to the checks
I got gas, that's hella stank, bro, got it on my vest
I don't check my texts, I don't care what's next, I feel like a mess
In the studio, there ain't no guests
This shit ain't no guess, this shit like a quest
Yeah, my brodie L.A.C keep a heater like wild west
King of the game, hoe, I'm running this shit like a job or a sprint
Bitch, I feel like a beast
A magnet to money I'm stacking
My bread up so tall like I'm having a feast
Living and die by my brothers
They never go under or fold and they never gon' crease
Been balling, I got 'em all calling
They all in my wallet, they won't get a piece
I never listen to chatter, that's cap
Only listen to the matters, that's fact
Bitch, I make hits like a batter at bat
You send an open, I'm sending it back
I grip on the wheel while I grip on the gat
I grip on her hair while I hit from the back
I got a bag, it's attached to my back
I'm never planning on letting up slack
I been with the same friends, hoe, they never left
If you gonna bang, bro, best protect your chest
Bitch, I been getting to the bank, rolls getting to the checks
I got gas, that's hella stank, bro, got it on my vest
I don't check my texts, I don't care what's next, I feel like a mess
In the studio, there ain't no guests
This shit ain't no guess, this shit like a quest
Yeah, my brodie L.A.C keep a heater like wild west