My Brudda lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello?)
Yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
(This is the sound)
Yeah

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Struggle, I struggle, he struggle, we come out the gutter
My brother, my brother, we brothers, he ain't come out my mother
Ayy, ayy, I call him, he callin' me when it's time to swing that cutter

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
You gotta move like a lion if you wan' get out this jungle
Yeah, I was with my slitherin' snakes, they anacondas
Ayy, now go put the kit on that b*tch, you know we go get the Brabus
Yeah, Brabus sound like— hrrt
With the Drac', that b*tch go— brrt, up the switch, that b*tch go— brrt
That's my dog, for real, like ruff
Ayy, ayy, Dubba-AA get me in that mode, twin, he call, I say, "Let's go, twin"
Ayy, I popped a Perc' for that headache, f*ck n*gga, I ain't take no Motrin
Ayy, ayy, I'm in the studio workin' 'cause a hundred M's the goal, twin
Ayy, ayy, I popped the lock on that, ayy, dropped the top on that
Ayy, I got to talkin' that, ayy, ayy, my n*gga say, "Run that back"
Ayy, ayy, circle closed, like you can't pull your car in this cul-de-sac
Ayy, that's my brother, he wanna splat, you better be happy I'm holdin' him back
He deactivate Instagram, go black
Yeah, yeah, that's when we pull them ski's out, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, I bare arms, I got the shirt with the sleeves out, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ask that n*gga what the business is, like what it be 'bout, b*tch?
Ayy, ayy, n*gga movin' funny, tell me, I might leave out, b*tch
Yeah, uh, you know I'm with that b*tch just like her leave out, b*tch
Ayy, yeah, Backdoor go hit that b*tch and then I creep out, b*tch
Ayy, it's just some money that I gotta go see 'bout, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I keep my head on the swivel, put bread on a n*gga
Ayy, ayy, these n*ggas don't wanna be 'round Backdoor, act like they scared of a n*gga
Ayy, ayy, I keep my hand on the pistol, I keep my finger on the trigger
I gotta watch where I step because I keep on steppin' on these n*ggas
Ayy, ayy, it's big ol' 1080 the boss, you know I'ma rep on a n*gga
Finna rep
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Struggle, I struggle, he struggle, we come out the gutter
My brother, my brother, we brothers, he ain't come out my mother
Ayy, ayy, I call him, he callin' me when it's time to swing that cutter

[Outro]
(This is the sound)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)