Текст песни Where Is Bruno ? - Woodlawn Ghostgang

Brody said cut the rules off like i Don't got no game
We be shooting shit like warzone But they don't have no ang
Mama always say find da opps like That draw me Insaine
I did witness so many murders that Made me like dame

I'll be fucking on all da opps Bitches they need them a main
Set up bitches thinking I'm dumb Like I won't shoot at you
I put this 40 to he's dome like What will Jesus do
Hop out the bushes and pop-up Like peekaboo

Plus
I got my ratchet it get tragic Gunpowder look like magic
I'll be recording shit for fun because

I just love da action with this Fucking 40 ain't no fuckin lagging
This bitch be hitting high notes I Call it Eric Clapton
Do or die ain't no turning back Once you and it right
Every time I see a fuckin opps we Got to get him right

Walk his ass down when he hit the Ground cut on the flashlight
My mama know I'm addicted to Money that why they love me Right

Once you are suspect on the news you known for snitching right
Police there every night every time I see them fucking boyz they do it For the height

Once you're dead ain't no coming Back do you know that right
The A is addicted to da money That what I really tell these hoes
The another A is just for Awesome i'm not the fucking type
The V is for violin i played these

Hoes type
I'm not the average type
The other A is for ass hoe I can't Trust these hoes man fuck that
About to slap these hoes I don't Even like these dirty hoes
Aye Fuck that
The I is for independent I don't Need shit

The R is for reckless tell your Bitch get off my fucking dick
The E is for evil that's what I be On

Smoke a black & we going to Leave him home
Nigga smoke a nigga like a black Now bitch run alone
Jay said bump nigga this is my Favorite song
Bump bump bump

Now what the fuck he on
I'm the type of fire bomb we going To get him gone
Fire bomb on the Nigga place have Him running out

Jay said nigga take the safest route These Niggas really fuckin pussy They're not my fucking friend
Jay said he Brong a fucking gun But it ain't fucking fan
Nigga Blow him like da fucking Wind nigga

Nigga I ain't fighting you ain't my Fucking kin

Fuck I look like fighting little Nigga your not my fucking Friend
Glock and da gun with a strap in My right hand

Nigga really down like he Bruno
Little sister screaming yeah where is Bruno

We don't talk about Brunooooo
I told her who the fuck did that shit she said you know

And if I bump into my opps nigga I'm going to let it blow

Choppa get to reloading nigga it's going to take his soul
Fuck that other bitch
Nigga audios
I can hit this bitch real quick then Its Vomino's

Young rich fly nigga
Straight from da brib
Mama always say son it is what it Is

I'ma make the wrong
Send that pussy he's going to send Him home

Send that pussy nigga home
I need a bitch bad to the bone
I'm like little freak bitch let me bone