Brotherhood

Aye,Jacob,boy you look like u wearing make up

You cash out but ima stay up

I shoot 3's you can't make a lay up

No weak boyz its time to shape up

You still sip on the same cup

While me and my boys step our game up

You a little boy, ima big dog

Bacon srip your girl down but i ain't a hog

Post up on ur girls insta,than i check her blog

Boys come around, we make fog

Ima get her like ima dog,then ima hit her with my log

Dont mess with my boys,now we making noise, we play you like some toy

Make that noise till i lose my voise

You ain't gotta choice

Rick ross on my wrist,aye

Ima big boss with a hit list

Im in the game, you ain't in this

It ain't yo buisness, but you tryna insist

Dont check my wish list,ima make it out without a witness

Ima get lit ,then ima hit it

You ain't no rapper

Pass ur girl around like im Matt Stafford

Got her down you can't have her

Climb my way up I'm on a bigger ladder

Yo girl looking like some plastic

Her boobs probably elastic

Send my brain static, you an addict

Now we in the attic, now I had it

Ima grab it, then I'm a trap it

My pockets looking heavy, I got fat stacks

Yo girl seen my pocket and she had a heart attack

Boy you just a rat, you can't even rap

You can't even hack

I ain't got yo back

Now you acting wack

Don't lemme catch you lack

My boyz come in like a pack

I'm only speaking facts

Now I'm making racks

I ain't got clout, boy I got money

Now I'm posted up on yo honey

Now she love me

Ima teach her how to duggy

She gon turn me to her hubby

Now you just her buddy

Best quit acting funny