Lyrics Up - Bray

All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don′t fuck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain't fuck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they fucking exotic
I′m walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not fucking wit leaches
Now I'm up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up

You know that I′m up
I been hustling for a minute
Lately I been talking money
Credit goes to my dentist
And you know that I been flexing
Gotta give it to my gymnast
Don′t believe in Jehovah
Cause I can't fuck wit a witness, yeah
Red botts dripping like they signed to Gunna
I′m really having I never been fronted
If he try to take it sling wood like a lumber
I hit her last night and I just got her number
Can't fuck wit rats
I stay outta the gutter
Put her in Chanel
But you know I don′t love her
Once I hit the top
I will never see under
All the hoes I hit rare
I don't gotta use rubbers
My diamonds lightning
Choppa on me, ain′t no fighting
I gotta watch what I do
Cause all of these niggas be biting
I was taught to do my dirt
Stay quiet and don't do no typing
And if I get caught up wit twelve
I better not do no writing

All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don't fuck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain′t fuck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they fucking exotic
I′m walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not fucking wit leaches
Now I'm up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don′t give a fuck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up

All of my brothers
I swear that we balling
Don't fuck wit no bleachers
Niggas ain′t keeping real these days
Can't fuck wit no preachers
And I am not rapping for free these days
Ain′t giving out features
I swear that the world is getting too cold
So I'm toting heaters
Play wit me, I let go
Strap on me just like a velcro
Versace shoes on me
Swear that I used to beg for all the retros
Score wit two on me
Pointers they hitting like I am Carmelo
Bunch of blues on me
Swear I used to drip in the Aero
Put cash on his head, now that nigga hit
Before this lil chain, you know I was lit
I stay wit the fye, cause I know I'm a lick
Just like a lil kid, got rocks in my fist
Can′t fuck wit no snake, hate the sound of a hiss
You flexing that sack, I′m sending the blitz
Always out of town, catch me at the Ritz
If you seen me wit her, you know I done hit

All of my brothers, we balling
I swear we don't fuck wit the bleachers
We used to shoot dice all up in the hall
Ain′t fuck wit no teachers
Now all of my shoes, they fucking exotic
I'm walking on creatures
But I know the gang, so you cannot hang
Not fucking wit leaches
Now I′m up
I know wassup
Niggas and bitches be plotting on me
But I got it tucked
Niggas and bitches be hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Remember them days I used to be down
Now a young nigga up