Chris Brown, Tee Grizzley - Lil Brother lyrics

Yesterday my lil' brother caught
A murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20, told him
"Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray
Boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup
Sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail
That's time off
This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg

30 clip, that's a dick
You get fucked with it
Throw away after you use it
Swimmin' with the fishes (Ha)
Don't tell yo' bid'ness
Go on missions and don't leave no witness
(No) all these bitches turn to snitches
Coppas come and getcha (O oh)
Boy, them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop
You and yo' thot
Smokin' dreadlocks, headshot got that red dot
A million for my watch, said
You got it? Bitch, i think not
Hop up at your spot, all these goons
Don't get scared now
Fuck about a opp, bitch, I'm everywhere
If the niggas get to shootin'
You gon' run and tell
I'ma catch a body 'fore a nigga get mine
Just because you pussy
Watch a nigga get time
We all know that you the
Type to really switch sides
Runners from a youth, grind, gotta get mine
He did anythin' just to get on
But I'ma tell his mama
"He ain't comin' home"

Yesterday my lil' brother caught
A murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20, told him
"Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray
Boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup
Sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail
That's time off
This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg

Killas at yo' crib drinkin' coffee
Like they work late (Sit on 'em)
Tryna squash it
Niggas shouldn't have played with me
In the first place (Fuck y'all niggas)
I'ma make your death day (Ha)
Nigga, fuck your birthday (Ha)
Kill that pussy bitch and shoot
Whoever got his shirt made (Brrrr)
I be solo when I ride
(I'm 'bout to go get on these niggas)
Not shootin' from a distance, I'ma run up
Catch these shots (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
If he a MAC with no kick, niggas die (Brrrr)
Spray the crowd, hollows ain't got names
They just flyin' (Brrrr)
I be in the shooter, with my hunters
50 in my Ruger put a new drum on my glizzy
Now that bitch sound like a Uzi
Shoot yo' momma house, now move her
Pulled a mission out this Uber
Me and lil' bro caught a body, ain't
Get caught, so we ain't do it, hol' up (Shh)
The opps on Instagram live (Them niggas live)
Let's go flip a nigga crib inside out
These bullets go through bricks
I shake yo' hand, you make it out
(You cold) two clips taped together
It look like it's upside down (Ha)

Yesterday my lil' brother caught
A murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20, told him
"Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray
Boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup
Sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail
That's time off
This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg