Ralo - My Brothers lyrics

(Intro – Future) You know this s**t adding up right now, you know what I’m saying like Freebandz Gang, Taliban Gang. Same thing, same difference, dig what I’m saying? I’m finna spazz out right quick though, check gang though (Chorus – Future) My brother, my goon, my goon, my ni**a, my partners Hold up, we try to be cool but cool you ni**as want problems Hold up, please don’t enter Atlanta, we gotta get to em Aye, ride up and load up them hammers ni**a we been doing it That check, that check, that check on me away Aye, I just took a dab of some molly bars Aye, I just f**ked a stripper out at Follies bar And I’m still running with the same gang (Verse 1 – Ralo) Op s**t, pop s**t 12 can’t stop s**t Please name one bi**h I cannot hit She my main squeeze, these other bi**hes can’t be I need you to thank me cause other ni**as ain’t me My brothers, my brothers, my goons, my goons You better not touch em, or be hit with the brooms Better not make me mad Got the things that’ll make the news I don’t mean to break the rules But look at what you made me do Never heard of dog foot until they heard of Ralo Every time I buy a brick it like I hit the lotto I got more cheese than a nacho Please free El Chapo Tell em that I don’t cuff em I ain’t f**king with these thot hoes (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Ralo) Same ni**as with me, every day I recount Only way I ever seen your bi**h was on her kneecaps Every ni**a in my car strapped, f**k a seatbelt All these pu**y ni**as join a gang because they need help Help me it’s mayday, it’s mayday You f**king on s**t in the club Ain’t hard for a bi**h to sleep when she sleep with a thug See me a bowl or see me with nothing at all Give me the role, got people they want me to fall I never turn my back on my brother and I never will He know I never steal and I would never tell on him Anything I got or ever had he can get half of Even when I’m mad, it’s all love, we call it mad love (Verse 3 – Future) I got that money in the bag, the money like uh I got that money in the bag, the money like uh Hold up, Ralo got that check and ran it up We don’t give a f**k about you, what you worth? Look at my wrist, that’s a foreign car on me I get to flicking my wrist with that Audemar on me, woah Gotta be a real…to stand by us, uh Taliban Gang, we wet this party up All my ni**as still wanna gang bang And I’m still running with the same gang I just empty the clip and flip the clip, brp Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp (Outro – Future) Ralo got that check and ran it up Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp