Lyrics Brother Flow - Rio Da Yung OG, Louie Ray

Brother Flow

What up, Marc Boomin? Yeah, we back again, nigga\nY'all know we finna walk, we don't have to tell you\nGhetto Boyz shit, still grindin', nigga\nYeah, y'all niggas can't fuck with us, nigga\nWe the ones, nigga\nAlright\n\nOff-White shirt costs six hundred, I got ten of 'em\nAnd I bought 'em at one time, I got big money\nI can drop twenty shots and don't miss nothin'\nYou just dropped a whole hundred shots and you ain't hit nothin'\nOh, you really gettin' money? Lay a brick on me\nYou ain't got the whole brick? Lay a zip on me\nI knew you wasn't my dog, I can't get nothin'\nOh, your sister work at Walgreens? Bust a script for me\nHow you really gettin' money and your bitch bummy?\nHow you got a bad bitch and your kids ugly?\nWhole six in a little Squirt, man, this bitch muddy\nI drink my whole cup fast, I don't sip nothin'\n\nMe and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequence\nGotta pour a pop, it's a consequence\nMe and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequence\nGotta take light sips, it's smoothie thick\nI be tryna clean 'em with the counter 'cause blues'll stick\nI gotta move like this, I'm too smooth to trip\nShootin' at the end of Stockdale, on the news and shit\nToo many rubber bands on me, I bruised my wrist\nI can't play, I got too much to lose or risk (Swear to God)\nShe only temporary, I be movin'\nI know I'm gettin' money, but ain't really tryna prove it\nYou always talkin' what you did, bro, I does it\n\nJay and Louie fucked the world up when they dropped Coochie\nWright really from the pad, you can ask Poody\nHit a nigga in his whole head, I don't half do it\nHow you let dog survive? You a bad shooter\nI ain't into WWE, I shoot people\nLet off one shot out the D-Eagle, hit two people\nYou was right there when your mans told, you a proofreader?\nUnc' nose hole so damn big, he can oot people\nI ain't finna fight you, I poof people\nI just dropped a hundred shots in a two-seater\nI don't give a fuck how much you got, I don't serve new people\nI got white, black, green, and blue people\n\nStill got a lil' pot around for who doin' it\nThey say it's hard to motivate the hood, but we doin' it\nNiggas can't even help the legacy, 'cause they'll ruin it\nThe flower patch ain't dead, shit bloomin', nigga\nThrough the legs, turn him 'round, I'll school a nigga\nI jumped in headfirst, this not a pool, my nigga\nI'm in a crazy position, my knees behind me\nI been tryna leave the hood, but the fiends behind me\nBig racks in my bookbag is all I need beside me\nIt gotta be the boat the way she ride me\n\nLouie had to wake me up, I kept on noddin'\nI knew she could suck dick, she kept on slobbin'\nOh, you lookin' for some dog food? Go to Petco probably\nI just ran some dog shit up in Retro 5s\nNigga mad we came up, better catch up, fry\nI don't like talkin' on the phone, we can text sometimes\nCut the bitch off 'cause her pussy was wet sometimes\nImpress him when you see him, 'cause you only meet death one time\nHow the fuck is that my son? We had sex one time\nFirst nigga I popped got grazed, the next one died\n\n(Marc Boomin, this you?)\n