Not My Bro (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye, YMAR)

[Chorus]
I got 8 flows up my sleeve, yeah (for real)
I got 8 hoes who can't leave, yeah (for real)
Aye, you is not my bro, you's a flee, yeah (for real)
Shoutout BBYWOAH!, we got fiends, yeah
I made 30 bands, hold 'em up (yeah, for real)
n*gga got like 30 fans, man that's tough, yeah (that's tough, yeah)
You wear dirty Vans that are scruffed (yeah, for real)
Lame n*ggas, man I had enough (woah, woah)

[Verse]
Do I ball or not? you can be the judge, yeah (for real)
I'm just playin' n*gga, I'm gon' be the judge, yeah (true)
First layup and one, I didn't bust, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Had to foul me, I was scoring too much n*gga (true)
I don't do no talking, run my money up n*gga (yeah, for real)
I don't do no (?), she gon' suck me up n*gga (aye, aye)
pus*y kinda trash, I cannot even bust n*gga
She think that I'm the one, n*gga but I do not f*ck with her (for real)

[Chorus]
I got 8 flows up my sleeve, yeah (for real)
I got 8 hoes who can't leave, yeah (for real)
Aye, you is not my bro, you's a flee, yeah (for real)
Shoutout BBYWOAH!, we got fiends, yeah
I made 30 bands, hold 'em up (yeah, for real)
n*gga got like 30 fans, man that's tough, yeah (that's tough, yeah)
You wear dirty Vans that are scuffed (yeah, for real)
Lame n*ggas, man I had enough (woah, woah)
[Outro]
Lame n*ggas, man I had enough, aye (woah, woah)