BRUDDA BRUDDA

Cade, what the fuck going on?

Tell these **** we just in the trenches, yeah

Kicking shit, you know what the fuck going on

Real slayer shit, man, get high in that bitch, yeah

Brother from another mother

Yeah, we share the same fucking clothes 'cause I fucking love you

I heard that y'all fell out 'bout that ho, you a fucking sucker

I heard that you speaking on my name, you in fucking trouble

I ain't even want no fucking problems, I just want the fucking dollars

I'm in all black like T'Challa, sipping drank out baby bottles

She got good head and good mouth, damn, I think she swallowed

She's a good girl, a good spouse, I don't fuck her proper

If you walked in with your dog, throw your swords up (Hey)

Y'all ever stepped on shit together, put your swords up (Hey)

If y'all ever spent a fucking bag, put your swords up (Hey)

If y'all ever made some fucking racks, put your swords up (Hey)

This is for the slayers (Damn)

I was tryna put 'em on game, this is for the players (Go)

Blunts on blunts, we getting high as fuck, elevator (Switch it up)

These **** is traitors

Don't trust 'em at all (On God)

Don't trust them **** (Don't trust them fuck ****)

That's my brother from another

Gotta keep this shit together, gotta keep this shit together, yeah

That's my brother from another

Gotta keep this shit together, gotta keep this shit together, yeah

You was all I got and you was all I need

Shoutout to my brother, big Slay Ali

Shoutout to lil' Hova, shoutout to lil' Demon (What else?)

Remember we was locked in hitting out the Regal (On God)

Boom, bop-bop, two-piece him (Come here)

Bitch was getting on my nerve, I cut her, who needs you (Bye)

How did I fit four hoes in a two-seater?

How the fuck I spent a million dollars on two people? (Pope living)

I love my fucking brothers, ****

On God, I promise

I don't hang around nobody else

I don't trust nobody else but these ****, you feel me?

Shoutout Ali, shoutout Demon, shoutout Hov and them slayers, **** (Slay)

I fucking love you, ****