Текст песни My Brudda 2X (feat. Celly Ru & Trae tha Truth) - Trae tha Truth , Mozzy , Celly Ru
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
brudda,
my
brudda,
brudda,
my
brudda
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
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