Brother Flow lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin? Yeah, we back again, n*gga
Y'all know we finna walk, we don't have to tell you
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, still grindin', n*gga
Yeah, y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with us, n*gga
We the ones, n*gga
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Off-White shirt costs six hundred, I got ten of 'em
And I bought 'em at one time, I got big money
I can drop twenty shots and don't miss nothin'
You just dropped a whole hundred shots and you ain't hit nothin'
Oh, you really gettin' money? Lay a brick on me
You ain't got the whole brick? Lay a zip on me
I knew you wasn't my dog, I can't get nothin'
Oh, your sister work at Walgreens? Bust a script for me
How you really gettin' money and your b*tch bummy?
How you got a bad b*tch and your kids ugly?
Whole six in a little Squirt, man, this b*tch muddy
I drink my whole cup fast, I don't sip nothin'

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Me and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequеnce
Gotta pour a pop, it's a consequencе
Me and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequence
Gotta take light sips, it's smoothie thick
I be tryna clean 'em with the counter 'cause blues'll stick
I gotta move like this, I'm too smooth to trip
Shootin' at the end of Stockdale, on the news and sh*t
Too many rubber bands on me, I bruised my wrist
I can't play, I got too much to lose or risk (Swear to God)
She only temporary, I be movin'
I know I'm gettin' money, but ain't really tryna prove it
You always talkin' what you did, bro, I does it
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Jay and Louie f*cked the world up when they dropped Coochie
Wright really from the pad, you can ask Poody
Hit a n*gga in his whole head, I don't half do it
How you let dog survive? You a bad shooter
I ain't into WWE, I shoot people
Let off one shot out the D-Eagle, hit two people
You was right there when your mans told, you a proofreader?
Unc' nose hole so damn big, he can oot people
I ain't finna fight you, I poof people
I just dropped a hundred shots in a two-seater
I don't give a f*ck how much you got, I don't serve new people
I got white, black, green, and blue people

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Still got a lil' pot around for who doin' it
They say it's hard to motivate the hood, but we doin' it
n*ggas can't even help the legacy, 'cause they'll ruin it
The flower patch ain't dead, sh*t bloomin', n*gga
Through the legs, turn him 'round, I'll school a n*gga
I jumped in headfirst, this not a pool, my n*gga
I'm in a crazy position, my knees behind me
I been tryna leave the hood, but the fiends behind me
Big racks in my bookbag is all I need beside me
It gotta be the boat the way she ride me
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Louie had to wake me up, I kept on noddin'
I knew she could suck di*k, she kept on slobbin'
Oh, you lookin' for some dog food? Go to Petco probably
I just ran some dog sh*t up in Retro 5s
n*ggas mad we came up, better catch up, fry
I don't like talkin' on the phone, we can text sometimes
Cut the b*tch off 'cause her pus*y was wet sometimes
Impress him when you see him, 'cause you only meet death one time
How the f*ck is that my son? We had sex one time
First n*gga I popped got grazed, the next one died

[Outro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)