BRUH by Gi Major Lyrics
BRUH you don’t know me, been at it since day
All work, no pay. Damn, shit gets lonely
Still can’t complain. Some friends, some phony
Even got a few people around me that think that they home
But they ain’t my homie
Stay at it no sweat
All cash no checks
But as soon as I flex, everybody on deck like 'BRUH I GOT NEXT'
Must’ve got yall amped up, See me on stage like 'Damn Son?'
How this girl so smooth? She got all the right moves
I would swear she a dancer
Must be feelin my heat, feelin my street
Born in the burbs, but raised on alert
So FUCK what you heard
Long line of a prophecy
Not the type to drop names just to profit me
See I know who I am, if you know what I’m saying
You’d probably back off of me
Yung Mafioso, stay bodega clean
Call me yung Fabuloso... Just incase you ain’t know-so
This is more than a hobby, Won’t stop till I step in the lobby
Like 'Bonjour, top floor, penthouse, all windows, no doors'
Feelin all jolly
Yah I want that bag, yah I want those decimals
Put my family on the map, watch us do a couple laps
Till they call me a stepping stone
Don’t care If i step alone, still gon’ pop
Hit a few red lights, still don’t stop
See we get shit poppin’ (Poppin) Get shit wavy (Wavy)
Yah we got some options
Got some gravy
Steer clear of the nonsense, steer clear of the shady
No sharin’ the profit, only share with the prophets
Hope you got some savings
Nah BRUH you don’t know me, Been at it since day
All work, no pay - Damn, shit gets lonely
Still can’t complain, Some friends, some phony
Even got a few people around me that think that they home
But they ain’t my homie
All work, no pay. Damn, shit gets lonely
Still can’t complain. Some friends, some phony
Even got a few people around me that think that they home
But they ain’t my homie
Stay at it no sweat
All cash no checks
But as soon as I flex, everybody on deck like 'BRUH I GOT NEXT'
Must’ve got yall amped up, See me on stage like 'Damn Son?'
How this girl so smooth? She got all the right moves
I would swear she a dancer
Must be feelin my heat, feelin my street
Born in the burbs, but raised on alert
So FUCK what you heard
Long line of a prophecy
Not the type to drop names just to profit me
See I know who I am, if you know what I’m saying
You’d probably back off of me
Yung Mafioso, stay bodega clean
Call me yung Fabuloso... Just incase you ain’t know-so
This is more than a hobby, Won’t stop till I step in the lobby
Like 'Bonjour, top floor, penthouse, all windows, no doors'
Feelin all jolly
Yah I want that bag, yah I want those decimals
Put my family on the map, watch us do a couple laps
Till they call me a stepping stone
Don’t care If i step alone, still gon’ pop
Hit a few red lights, still don’t stop
See we get shit poppin’ (Poppin) Get shit wavy (Wavy)
Yah we got some options
Got some gravy
Steer clear of the nonsense, steer clear of the shady
No sharin’ the profit, only share with the prophets
Hope you got some savings
Nah BRUH you don’t know me, Been at it since day
All work, no pay - Damn, shit gets lonely
Still can’t complain, Some friends, some phony
Even got a few people around me that think that they home
But they ain’t my homie