[Intro]
(Ayy, Boss, did you sample that?)
(Ebon, you made this?)

[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
Trappin' out that bando, we was starvin'
When I needed you the most, you left me heartless
We came up on dirty money, we was robbin'
Pull up with my vultures and just phrrt at his noggin
Woah, that's another body
Woah, I got demons 'round me
Woah, and if I ever die, homie
Tell my brother get a chopper and go slide for me, uh

[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
Mud brothers, uh
Treat you like my mother child
You my blood brother
And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie bitches, mm-mm
They can't get no love from us
And I don't trust n***as in my city, I don't got no love for 'em
I know a n***a who play gangster, but he run from us
I know a n***a say he a shooter, they took his gun from him

[Verse 2: Aden Dinero]
What you know about waking up inside that trap house?
My mama kicked me out the crib 'cause I been dream chasin'
But when it's comin' to my fame, I bring the MAC out
Them youngins with me, they see red, they ain't scared of no cases
Jumped in the streets, I went head first, now I'm touchin' blue faces
Whoever thought I'd make it out? Now I'm shittin' on n***as
And now I want my money blue, I ain't never been racist
Now I want my money blue, I ain't never been racist
Try to book me for a show, I need like 10k
They say I'm cocky and underrated, I been paid
Before the rap, I been shinin' on top, no chandelier
Stick to the pain, tryna make sure my mama bills paid
I was thirteen on that corner servin' fiends
Tryna run up for the B, I risk it all, no, I don't never fear
I lost my cousin to the streets and I can't fucking lie
I ain't even cry, uh
[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
Mud brothers, uh
Treat you like my mother child
You my blood brother
And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie bitches, mm-mm
They can't get no love from us
And I don't trust n***as in my city, I don't got no love for 'em
I know a n***a who play gangster, but he run from us
I know a n***a say he a shooter, they took his gun from him

[Outro: Stunna Gambino]
Mud brothers, uh
Treat you like my mother child
You my blood brother
And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie bitches, mm-mm
They can't get no love from us
And I don't trust n***as in my city, I don't got no love for 'em
I know a n***a who play gangster, but he run from us
I know a n***a say he a shooter, they took his gun from him