Brothers Keeper lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, GC)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You say that you with me
Say you ridin' with me
You, you really with me?
My, is you really with me?
Bro, I don't know, though
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryna figure somethin' out real quick
I get to the money
Am the greatest ever
Gon' run up a bag
Get to the bread
Dough, you know what I'm sayin'? I gotta get this dough
I gotta get to the bread, I gotta stack this sh*t
Ayy, I gotta stack this sh*t
n*gga said what I should've did with what I had, but never had this sh*t
How you understand?
I remember I was dead broke, I had nothin', man
Feel like my music and we have sex, that's my f*ckin' fan
Drop thirty when I'm in the game, I get buckets, man
Ayy, I can't trust my friend
How the f*ck is you my friend but I can't trust you, man?
Ayy, your b*tch say she done with me, but let me f*ck again
b*tch think I can bless her if she touch my hands
b*tch let me have a threesome 'cause I f*cked her friend
b*tch brought her auntie, I brought my Uncle Sam
I got aim with this b*tch, I can shoot a can
Too much traffic at the trap, I had to move the van
I'll cut the switch on like I do the fan
Wild Wild West draw, two FNs
I just woke up in the bed with two best friends
I can't make sh*t right, got two left hands
In the trap, trappin' hard off two Netspends
I'ma re-up off my two next spends
I'm with Rio in a Maybach, damn
The backseats recline, you can lay back, damn
[Verse 2: YN Que]
I just counted up dirty money, I gotta wash my hands
sh*t can get real any day, I gotta watch my plans
Life throwin' out some bullsh*t, tryna stop my chance
At the room with a bad b*tch, finna drop my pants
Started with a QP and now I got some weight
I don't got no notebook, but I got some pape'
Used to hide racks of yayo in the Frosted Flakes
It felt good savin' hoes 'til I lost the cape
n*gga disrespect me, he gon' drop today
I just cut into a b*tch raw, like let me f*ck your face
I just cut into a b*tch raw
Lil' n*gga, you a poodle, I'm a big dog
My boy f*ckin' up the bag, got me p*ssed off
Ran into a white b*tch on the East side, tryna get some soft
I had to miss that play
Out in Cali blowin' Backpack Boyz, man, I miss them days
In the studio high as hell, I got some sh*t to say
At the strip with the fishing pole, all night I'm finna fish today (Thank you, GC)

[Outro]
I'm finna bait a b*tch, I'm finna take a b*tch (Jxckk just want a drink)
Beat her down all night, I'm finna break a b*tch
f*ck the b*tch first night, you finna date the b*tch (Yeah, you turnt, PJ)
Make a way forward
Man
Ah, sh*t