Trae Tha Truth, Mozzy, Celly Ru - My Brudda 2X lyrics

Ayy cut the music off, everybody
Shut the fuck up, nigga
My nigga lost his phone bruh
Who got that shit?
Nigga everybody get to empty
They pockets nigga, for real
This is Jay P Bangz music

Go to war for you if I love you
Gotta score for you and a double
I just wanna see you bubble
'Nough said wrote across the knuckles
Hundred ball in the duffel
Organize the nickel bundles
Ain't no doubt about it
Got the nickel on us
Bust her out blood, I think the people on us
They forever geekin' on us
Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us
Pimp partner bitch bad
He been tryna keep it from us


Keep it a hundred, I'm a hundred
I'ma keep it that
You can always have the hoes
Pimpin' need a pack
Hell Gang Mozzy, fuck you
You don't believe in that
Threw a half a dime in the
Crowd like I ain't needed that
Gripped up, Casanova told 'em keep a strap
We was droppin' thirty on
'em with no feedback
Yeah, tryna cook a nigga's noodles
Why you hidin' blood? We gettin' tired
Of lookin' for you poodles

My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up
My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up

Ayy check this out real fast
I'm finna take you on a ride six Flags
If you don't die you better have a shit bag
It's murder where I lived at
And you ain't even heard of
Where you been at?
Strip a nigga, you can't get your shit back
My feet planted ten flat
Been on this type of shit before I did rap
The only difference now, I got a big bag
Niggas shot at me and missed
We actin' like they did that
Karma play God tonight and take
One of they nigs back, big facts
If I ain't got it on me
My lil' brodie gon' shoot fuck a group
It's only a driver and maybe two
Who is you? You ain't grow
Up hangin' with the Ru's niggas knew
I don't fuck with suckers and niggas who do
That's on the Ru's
Head-shotter, murder all of my problems
Free Shotta, doin' twelve in the pen
You know I got him on my mama
I got you the same way that you got me
Lil brodie bounce out of the pen
Caught a body nigga

My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up
My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up

If I say it's love
Better know it be unconditional
Brother to the end
Even after we leave the physical
If I say I got you, I got you
Nothin' additional play with that
We out catchin' bodies
Like it's traditional
Play the block like Jordan and Pippen
If you ain't close to us
Only code we speakin' is loyalty
For the both of us me and mine
We go against anything that's opposing us
We don't fuck with niggas
These niggas out here be hoes to us
Fuck 'em, we pull up, shake 'em
And dust 'em down
Radiate 'em, we fill 'em, drain 'em
And flush 'em down bet I clean up whatever
You go to touchin' mine
Play with anything, like a Rollie
Homie we bust it down
If you gotta go then nigga I gotta go too
Right or wrong, that shit don't matter
I'm ridin' with you
If it's time to up the business
I'm slidin' with you
Bond jumpin', disappear
Shit I'm hidin' with you

My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up
My brother, my brother brother, my brother
Call me and I'm comin' with cutters
We come to cut up
Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up
You ain't got no top ranked resume
Nigga shut up