WORD 2 BRO lyrics

[Intro]
Grah, Boom Block
It's that J Pistol n*gga, man
Drop my A, I'm takin' 6ix of y'all
Mr. "Smack him with the choppa 'fore I boom him"
Boomblock

[Chorus: J Pistol]
When I pop out, they run
Like, rule number 1: gotta walk with my gun
No, I can't lack, won't run
b*tch, I gotta keep it, I'm the only son
b*tch, I be geekin', I be goin' dumb
Once I start squeezin', I'mma get it done
She just gon' eat a n*gga 'til he numb
Get lined by a treesh, n*gga, is you dumb?

[Verse: Yavi DG]
Yo bro, let's spin, you know I'mma spin
You throw, I throw, we throw more than six
You click, I click, get low with the stick
We both take trips if that n*gga hit
We don't say sh*t, I could never switch
Like, big 6-8 tote 8, throw 6
Save 2 more shots for him and his b*tch
We gon' reverse the whip just to make sure he hit
Don't run, don't trip when you spin through my strip
Throw the keys to my b*tch when I hop out the whip
Double clutch on the knocka when I up the 5th
Throw a opp of the bridge and watch him tryna swim
Watch them hollows start rainin' from the 40 clip
Watch them opp n*ggas duckin, now they runnin' Rick
Got a scope on the blick, I'mma look in this b*tch
When I up, better dip, put the beam on his chin
[Bridge]
Grah grah, grrrah
RIP AJ, RIP Boom

[Verse 2: Yavi DG]
b*tch I came up from none
b*tch, I came from the dirt, I got it out the mud
Send 2-3 shots out the [?], make him run
Big 4-5 on my hip, get it done
I might catch me a body and go on the run
He got shot in his stomach, now he feelin-
I told bro, "Stay on 50"
Catch a [?], bullets beat on his chest, [?] goin' dumb
We like Bobby and Whitney, on the run
I be swervin' through lanes while she holdin' my gun
I'm the king of my city, number one
Can't forget all the sh*t that I done
Like Giannis, let's keep it a buck
Let's be honest, you don't own a gun
On P.O. with a chop 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Hollows cookin' sh*t up, bullets hot like the sun
Poled up on foot, had to hop on the bus
I maneuver through crowds, hit a car when I clutch
Take a trip by my doley, it's just me and my gun
I told bro, "Hit whoever, I don't care which one"
25 pocket rocket, that's a tiny gun
Bullets up through his body every time he run
[Verse 3: J Pistol]
Throw a shot, he duck
Get up with him, lil n*gga, don't run
Big ass gun in the trunk
Run up on me, get put in a blunt
Which one? Don't front
Make her suck it 'til a n*gga c*m
Keep on point, gotta keep my gun
I ain't start clickin' if I ain't feelin' numb
Brodie start glitchin', hittin' everyone
When I say spot 'em, gotta get 'em gone
First n*gga play, now the glizzy drawn
Keep my name out your f*ckin' songs
Big ass hammer, wave it like I'm Thor
Send four shots, hoppin' out the Ford

[Bridge: J Pistol]
Send four shots, hoppin' out the Ford
Big ass hammer, wave it like I'm Thor
Keep my name out your f*ckin' songs
First n*gga play, now the glizzy drawn

[Chorus: J Pistol]
When I pop out, they run
Like, rule number 1: gotta walk with my gun
No, I can't lack, won't run
b*tch, I gotta keep it, I'm the only son
b*tch, I be geekin', I be goin' dumb
Once I start squeezin', I'mma get it done
She just gon' eat a n*gga 'til he numb
Get lined by a treesh, n*gga, is you dumb?
[Outro]
Grah grah, hop out, grah grah