Brothers lyrics

[Intro: Xanman]
I’m off the drugs, I hope it never ends
I got your b*tch and we best of friends

[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad b*tch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said f*ck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil n*gga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
n*gga’s be fake trappin’, these n*ggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger

[Verse 1: Xanman]
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I ain’t Quavo, he ain’t taking my chain
All of these n*ggas they lame to you
Fall in the trap with the same dudes
I don’t love you, I don’t hate you
But please don’t act like I need you
We should see some other people
These n*ggas love you when they need you
All of my (?)
Standard on me (?)
Backdoor the plug like the housing inspector
AR send him to heaven
I seen my father leave, I was seven
Two Glocks tucked, we ain’t wrecking
Glock 23 with a stick in the dresser
Walk down, I’m Guissepe steppin’
[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad b*tch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said f*ck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil n*gga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
n*gga’s be fake trappin’, these n*ggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger

[Verse 2: Lil Junkie]
I’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging
Packs in get them off in abundant
Working the scale, I bagged 4200
Give a f*ck ‘bout a b*tch, ‘cause a young n*gga thumbing
And we getting straight to the cash
Bro called me copped the extended mag
Hit off at the light, skirt off do the dash
Rip presure, I can’t f*ck with them xans
Lil junkie i’m trappin, i’m tryna make a million
Momma told me I keep hurting her feelings
Extensions and Glocks, so my young n*ggas drilling
I guess the opps man, I swear ain’t with it
First pound, bust down in the kitchen
Red beam and we aiming at fittings
Perc 30 got a young n*gga itching
I pray to God watch over me
I’m taking chances in these f*cking streets
XD with the lemon squeeze
My momma keep tryna get rid of me
These n*ggas ain’t feeling my energy
16 copped a quarter P
No silencer I let that .40 speak
To set him up, b*tch I need a fee
Lil junkie in these f*cking streets
[Hook: Xanman]
I want the Audi or Porsche
I got a bad b*tch, she torch
Lil junkie, got the zips from up north
I said f*ck the trap house, I trap out of resorts
How he a shooter, he making reports
How that lil n*gga trappin’ he playing sports
I got a bag of them xans in
Backdoor the plug, we ran in
We leave him at where he standing
I took a perc now i’m cramping
I call up Skoop, he jammin’
(?)
Walk down, ima slide for my brothers
Go to war, we gon die for eachother
I ain’t gon ever fold, I do time for my brothers
n*gga’s be fake trappin’, these n*ggas not hustlers
I got a chopper, I let it sing Young Thugger