Brothers lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
I'll ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother
Smack a n*gga daylight, twenty-five for my brother
Throw a lot for my brother, give out five to my brothers
If they push back, cuddy ain't gon' slide for your brother
A thousand miles away, n*gga, that won't change we brothers
All them high-speed chases, gone on them f*ckers
Any n*gga tweak, I'll blow like a muffler
Your lil' b*tch on my di*k? Hell no, I ain't touch her
I'll ride for my b*tch, I'd die for my b*tch
n*gga, if I had wings, I'd fly for my b*tch
Even in a room quiet, I be shy for my b*tch
These real f*ckin' tеars, I'll cry to my b*tch
I'll blow for lil' sis, go broke for lil' sis
Bust a n*gga f*ckin' head, beat a ho for my sis
n*gga, any f*ckin' thing you say go whеn you rich
I know n*ggas gon' treat you like a ho when you b*tch
I know n*ggas gon' get you on the floor when you strip
I ain't goin' out bad, took a roll from this b*tch
Whip the boy and the girl, got the flow with the mix
b*tch, I love the tour life, in the O in the pits
[Verse 2: StanWill]
Dog sh*t Militia
She can get whatever, you won't hear my tellin' no to my b*tch
Get the opp drop, pull up to his lo' with them sticks
Bro a heavy sipper, he just turned his four to a six
Green light on every Glocky, we on go with the blicks
Zotti plug in Cali, he he shippin' 'bows to the Mitt
Think I'm clumsy when I get up in that mode how I trip
Rich as f*ck, I just might throw up, all this motion, I'm sick
I'll ride for Militia, I'll slide for Militia
When it's war, won't catch me duckin', I'm outside for Militia
Everything, I gotta put it on the line for Militia
Icy, they know when they see them diamonds shine, it's Militia
Blowin' twenties at the mall, remember fives in the tank
I could pull a hundred out, I used to slide with the blanks
If it's money on the floor, you know I'll dive to the pape'
I put them boys ahead of me, they stabbed my spine anyway
Me and gang tied in, them my Siamese twins
If them piggies flick the lights, we on a high-speed, then
Talkin' to them labels, tell 'em I need nineteen M's
How I run this money up, think I got nineteen limbs
Brought my blicky to the venue, they let 19 in
If I want it, I could cash it or could swipe these BINs
They don't wanna see me shine, I let me ice bling, then
I been sh*ttin', how I'm feelin', I just might be him
b*tch, Dog sh*t Militia, what up, Certi?