[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Bruisin' in my rag top on D's
Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape
Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape
Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B
Had to flash on a n***a then he skirted out
That's that L.A. sh**, you know I'm talking about
n***a I'm a rep where I'm from, ain't not b**hing out
Make em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
My real vatos with the biz, I'm at they family's house
Sippin' on coronas on they couch when I'm thuggin' out
Slim 4 got hella clout, so what's this you talkin' bout?
It really mean nothing when I'm all they talk about
I really get dough and that's something you're not about
And me being broke that is something I won't allow, aye
Times get hard, got the world in my hands
European wheels headed back to the brans
[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
[Verse 2: YG]
I'm bruisin' down the brans in a benz
Just left the block I'm trynna make it to the 1-10
Red lights I don't f** with them
Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that's him"
Them yellow lights I zoom past them
Cause if I stop they got time to a**ume that's him
Them green lights, that mean everything a go
These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44
Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up
(ay ay b**h where you goin'? hop in the car)
These n***as be stealing my appeal, I be mad as f**
This swag I got is contagious
That's why I don't shake hands I dap it up
I ran to the block when they was trying to save me
My plan worked, I'm a million dollar baby
But f** it, I'm bout to put the benz on D's
And you know I ain't lying when I put it on beats
[Hook]
Back to the brans
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'
Just me & my n***as
[Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko]
Bruisin' down the street in my six o
Sippin' on a michelada while my henny gets cold
You should know when I roll, G I'm up to something
Windows down system low, I ain't trynna bump it
Turn right cause a left might make you wait
On these streets it don't pause everyone's out to play
No rewind if you die, so I'm going fast forward
I was young bruisin' street looking over both shoulders
Nothing changed still bruise at the same block
Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain't hot
Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in
Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican
3 girls side to side I could even pancake it
Leave holes in your face looking like Jason
Sippin' on my henny I can't even chase it
Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it
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