L'A Capone - Brothers lyrics

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L'A Capone - Brothers lyrics

[Hook] See now you can f** my b**h, cause n***a i'm the sh** I'll salute ya, but yall know who i'm with So try to take my sh** ima shoot ya And we all lost a couple this year, so all us here with eachother I'm here with my brothers, in here with my brothers [Verse 1: L'A Capone] Only each other, only each other Riding round town on that same sh**, n***as get changed quick You ain't seen sh** I hope you got a blunt of loud, you can't hit my sh** I guess im caught in the mix, riding the six Hell yea im on paper still totting the nick I promise I won't switch, You son of a b**h At 16 had a dream, we was gonna get rich We gone wake up, put the pipe on Always been on my own, But I stay strong Ack got me put in my zone, Feeling like I wanna go home But I'm out here I put that bud in my ear, I gotta see a mil one year Squad they fear, Jakes all up in our hair One of us snitch, that's rare And that's on bro, I'll ever never go broke n***a i'll take your coat, while i froze My little n***a steve got smoked, throwing up 060 Gotta lay low, n***as ain't really your bro [Hook] [Verse 2: Rondonumbaine] Only my n***as, we all some hitters Im in that glory lane, just trying to get richer Im in that glory lane , loud in my system They took my bro L'A, Man I can't even picture They took a f**ing savage man, bro was a k**er man Bro was going crazy, now sh** done got real f** this rap sh**, I say sh** that got real bro Run up and we k** stuff, act up we gon' let it bust And lets get it, all the fu sh** I ain't with it Put the Glock to his motherf**ing fitted n***a you with it, try to act like you ain't with it Put the pipe to his mouth like a dentist, on lil steve b**h im throwing up B's, n***a that's where I be I'm smoking on tree, Alot of f**ing money on me Riding up and down Front Street [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Durk] Lost Pluto, feel so weak Lost a couple n***as in these cold a** streets I lost my brother, so I keep my heat Made me turn up when I see the opps tweet L'A my bro, Rob, Odee, Lil Moe, All these hoes gone go when I claim my gang n***as never snatched my chain, out here looking for a stain Ain't no lame, ask anybody I ain't changed n***as switch up for that chain, L's this year there in line Tweak with the guys, then you getting flat lined Take that nine free my guys, my lil bro Nine on his grind OTF my n***as they shine, top from a opp she blow my mind Keep my gun, sh** real, say it on my son I'm trying to get rich in a month, for the squad Better put kush in that blunt, pour a four in that crush, i stunt I can't trust any n***a loud around his gun, that mean he ain't real at all Im a ball, lil n***a bout to do it tall, I just wanna live it all I call my bro, do a drill for the squad I go Two gun cases I blow so let them all know I'm a ride or die for my squad, I'm a ride or die for my squad

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