Lyrics They Ain't My Bruddas - Young Harry

No they ain't my bruddas
Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win
I ran up some money
Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings
My mind it can't function
Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took
I'm not being funny
Trust me
Give me two years 100 bands for to book me
Pussy
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Losses to victory why I rock Louis V
Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety
Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet
But a mf tired
My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that
Grind like a monday on friday
If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects

And I know that shit ain't right dawg
Hate me cuz I shine with the lights off
Shittin' on my haters I need me a diaper
I ain't even try how the fuck I went viral
Huh listen this what different between me and you
To the microphone I speak the truth
I was sad but I still made 10 bands
Running outta chances God giving hangmen
Talk to the devil I'm shy to say amen
Why I'm off beat right now I'm on xanax
Need another one like Dj Khaled
Pussy rapper dickriding knew he was a faggot
Feds hot still trapping
Bank account it keep stacking
All this money don't panic
Walk in the market with 10 bands tryna fuck on the cashier
Ay I need my credit like soulja boy
They copying my songs bar for bar
Abusing drugs my pain avoid it
You pop pills to look cool do that shit for clout
Eenie meenie miny moe which bitch Ima fuck
Our sex over when Young Harry cum
Fuck staying sober I turnt to a junkie
Still serving
Oh Ah
Bitch tell me what you see inside my eyes
I been hearing voices is it cuz I'm high
Paranoia came around with side effects
I got alot of problems money can not fix

No they ain't my bruddas
Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win
I ran up some money
Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings
My mind it can't function
Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took
I'm not being funny
Trust me
Give me two years 100 bands for to book me
Pussy
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Losses to victory why I rock Louis V
Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety
Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet
But a mf tired
My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that
Grind like a monday on friday
If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects

Tell my bitch stop crying I ain't got time for that
You better stop tripping tell me what the problem is
Just get to the point
I'm tired of fighting I'm tryna avoid it
Pick up my brudda call when I'm fucking
Talk to the devil I don't go to churches
I rap in cursive they don't understand me
Brand new purchase it's givenchy
Freaky bitch say put a baby inside her
She don't know I'm crazy think I'm a coward
The reaper want me so I clutch on my bible
Pop all these pills cuz it brought me more power
Smoke all these cigarettes by the pack
I seen more caskets then graduation hats
I'm outta my body on these drugs
I can't go to college I'm a dropout
I'm zombiewalking he prolly hiding behind his laptop
Hating on me
Know the feds be watching I can't even hide it
This cash 10 bands right now on me
Know they wanna cancel me
I ain't dumb
And I know they wanna put me under
We all human we all bleed
But fuck that boy he ain't getting no money
Can't chill not even on a sunday
Ah
Pop pills for my anxiety
On God
He got caught trapping so I serve his customers
Know he hate to see Young Harry run it up
Use to shit on me I got more followers
Tell that boy he better hurry and follow up
I did what I could for em guess it ain't enough
It got to the point I don't even give a fuck

No they ain't my bruddas
Know them pussies rather go blind then to see me win
I ran up some money
Started crying like hoes u gotta dick get out yo feelings
My mind it can't function
Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took
I'm not being funny
Trust me
Give me two years 100 bands for to book me
Pussy
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Losses to victory why I rock Louis V
Abusing xanny bars blame my anxiety
Smoking this cigarette hope I ain't dying yet
But a mf tired
My bitch wanna go on a date I ain't got no time for that
Grind like a monday on friday
If I ever tweak on you just blame it on side effects