AfroLegacy, ColaKong - Bro Shit lyrics

Yuh, I just rolled up with the bro
I never go it alone, yuh yuh
Best not be slowing your roll
I won’t be throwing no bones, yuh yuh

I’ll leave you broken and prone
You approaching my zone
Then I’m ‘bout to engage
I’ll have these curses all shouting in pain
Put up a fight or get out of my way!

Out of my way, out of my way
Grinning, believe that I’m not here to play
I’m here to slay, you’re here to pray
No god will now save you
Your corpse on display

Putting my fist to your face
Wiping that look off your mug
It’s distasteful
Hope you don’t plan to complain
If you keep bitching we’re making it painful

6 foot 3, different type of bеhemoth
Each curse is benеath us
I'll send you to Jesus
You trying to beat us
Bet you cannot reach us
Leaving you wheezing like General Grievous

Step to the brothers, your people get bodied
Crew JJK like we Breeton and ‘Badi
Punches pack power, leave holes like a shotty
Love getting rough
You can just ask the hotties

Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning
Fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist
Your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil
Our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with

Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning
Fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist
Your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil
Our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with

You getting hit with a Black Flash
In a second it’s taking your lights out
This ain’t a game, we don’t back dash
Nah we ain’t backing down from a fight, now

You’re in the game for the fat stacks
Itadori and me, we don’t like clout
We’re in the game for the fat racks
And the ass that’ll clap when the pipe’s out

Better pipe down if you keep talkin
Get heads knocking so get with it
We fuck curses up so often
No wonder this song’s explicit

(Fuck) We causing damage so step back
Divergent Fist make your head crack
You’ll be feeling it later like jet lag
I'm switching in and you get clapped!

If you wanna play, say
Tank that’s here to make way
Wanting cake from Mei Mei
I’m taking out Grade As
Man it’s like a birthday
Hear the round of applause
Hunt like a beast when I roar
Pounding down that back door

Muscles be bulging, look like Machamp
In thicc thighs I’m indulging
My head getting clamped
Fuck with the bros you get stamped out
This the plan now ‘Cuz this duo revamped

Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning
Fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist
Your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil
Our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with

Bro Shit, switching positions
The head get to spinning
Fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist
Your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil
Our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with

Bro Shit! Switching positions
The head get to spinning
Fulfilling the mission
Get folded! This team go the hardest
Spill red like an artist
Your head is the target
We don’t miss! Land shots like the metal
But ain’t no gun devil
Our grade above special
Hands loaded! You ain’t on our level so
Hold this, don’t wanna meddle with Bro Shit!