Brosef by Youngboy Sano Lyrics
I said shoutout my brosef
We runnin back before they close us
That pistol went straight to his throat
Yeah they know that we totin
Glock in my hand imma hold it
Ain't faking no shots imma open
I'm cocking my mojo
Got through the pack and you know it
I ain't fucking with dat shit I'm old nigga
I got the bank I can't roll with no broke nigga
He talk that shit but he cannot control it
I grab on my pistol and stand in positions where I ain't afraid to roll out and start poppin it
Got thru the set, I made a couple hits ain't no one dope in this bitch got a problem
Now look how he walk like he got it, that boy issa problem ain't no one in here finna stop him
Glock in my hand imma pop him
He act a lil tough when a nigga be searching his wallet
(Where they at ?)
I get my ends
Just tell dat lil nigga I'll beat him again
He talk allat bull cuz he know we in
Lil shawty suck dick cuz she know that we winning
South west gang and you can't fw dat
Them dudes in the trap we ain't all in the pen
They selling crack better call them again
He think we the same and I ain't got a twin
I said shoutout my brosef
We running back
Told him lay low
And he went for the glack
Man that nigga too sick
He ain't fucking with that
Fuck about school
Yeah he dropped outta that
They thought we was joking pull at his crib let that boy know how we throw a lick
Got kootas off with them dummie guns they finna knock all that cap of a nigga real quick
That boy he a bitch
I said shout my brosef
Knocked on the door and they closed it
That had all my motions
Them folks didn't know how we jump through the coaches
Them boys didn't know how we smoked on em roaches
He a act like a blunt then my niggas gon smoke him
South side we rolling
Knock out a bitch if she hoeing
I'm toppin the ones in the trench that I roll in
I'm hot like a bitch and you know it
I said shoutout my brosef
We runnin back before they close us
That pistol went straight at his throat
Yeah they know that we totin
Glock in my hand imma hold it
Ain't faking no shots imma open
I'm cocking my mojo
Got through the pack and you know it
I ain't fucking with dat shit I'm old nigga
I got the bank I can't roll with no broke nigga
He talk that shit but he cannot control it
We runnin back before they close us
That pistol went straight to his throat
Yeah they know that we totin
Glock in my hand imma hold it
Ain't faking no shots imma open
I'm cocking my mojo
Got through the pack and you know it
I ain't fucking with dat shit I'm old nigga
I got the bank I can't roll with no broke nigga
He talk that shit but he cannot control it
I grab on my pistol and stand in positions where I ain't afraid to roll out and start poppin it
Got thru the set, I made a couple hits ain't no one dope in this bitch got a problem
Now look how he walk like he got it, that boy issa problem ain't no one in here finna stop him
Glock in my hand imma pop him
He act a lil tough when a nigga be searching his wallet
(Where they at ?)
I get my ends
Just tell dat lil nigga I'll beat him again
He talk allat bull cuz he know we in
Lil shawty suck dick cuz she know that we winning
South west gang and you can't fw dat
Them dudes in the trap we ain't all in the pen
They selling crack better call them again
He think we the same and I ain't got a twin
I said shoutout my brosef
We running back
Told him lay low
And he went for the glack
Man that nigga too sick
He ain't fucking with that
Fuck about school
Yeah he dropped outta that
They thought we was joking pull at his crib let that boy know how we throw a lick
Got kootas off with them dummie guns they finna knock all that cap of a nigga real quick
That boy he a bitch
I said shout my brosef
Knocked on the door and they closed it
That had all my motions
Them folks didn't know how we jump through the coaches
Them boys didn't know how we smoked on em roaches
He a act like a blunt then my niggas gon smoke him
South side we rolling
Knock out a bitch if she hoeing
I'm toppin the ones in the trench that I roll in
I'm hot like a bitch and you know it
I said shoutout my brosef
We runnin back before they close us
That pistol went straight at his throat
Yeah they know that we totin
Glock in my hand imma hold it
Ain't faking no shots imma open
I'm cocking my mojo
Got through the pack and you know it
I ain't fucking with dat shit I'm old nigga
I got the bank I can't roll with no broke nigga
He talk that shit but he cannot control it