On Bro lyrics

[Intro]
And I was just playin'
I was just playin', man, you feel me?

[Verse 1: MJPAID]
b*tch threw the pus*y quick, I don't even trust it (f*ck, n*gga)
Whole kit flooded, it ain't even nothin'
f*ck rap, I'll still blow a n*gga budget (Frrt)
I can't speak pape' with him, he don't even touch it
My b*tch, his b*tch, and your b*tch f*ckin'
Bro beatin' up the block like he Tim Duncan
She used to broke n*ggas, let me buy his b*tch somethin'
E took the whole Scat, he ain't strip nothin'

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I can't kiss on you, baby, you just put your lips on it
Two Glocks with long legs, I'll make 'em do the splits on you
You ain't doin' sh*t with your life, bro, go risk somethin'
I put the ice down, it sound like a brick or somethin'
I can pull a band outta nowhere, it's like a trick or somethin'
I was rеally in them stores outta town tryna hit for somethin'
Lеt me crush first and then maybe I'll trick or somethin'
This b*tch a thousand horses, you can hear the pistons on it

[Verse 3: MJPAID]
b*tch, I'm up a hundred racks, that's why I'm— sh*t
b*tch, I'm up a hundred racks, that's why I'm gettin' chubby (Ho)
I'll buy a four of red and put it in a slushy
Twenty vibes in the whip, this b*tch a lil' musty
Off of Dom, probably hit a little b*tch a lil' ugly (f*ck it)
I ain't have to do it to 'em, brodie did it for me (Frrt)
Different color paper on his top, now he Kid Cudi
Two words for a broke n*gga, get money
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
On bro (n*gga), 'cause ain't nobody gon' do it for you (Uh-uh)
I keep f*ckin' this sh*t up, it's like I'm new to money
It's like I never had it, huh
Line the strikers up, let's see who sh*t the fastest
Let's start a bottle war up in the club, let's see who really have it
Let's see who b*tch the baddest
You ever heard three switches at one time? Bro, that sh*t sound like static (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
These bullets hurt for real, I know you probably used to Madden (Uh-huh)
Young n*gga world, man, I know you probably used to have it (b*tch)

[Verse 5: MJPAID]
b*tches f*ckin' off the pape', that sh*t automatic (Frrt)
Been swung the rock to n*ggas, I don't even pass it
Pink fifties, blue hundreds, what you call a balance (What you call a balance)
Takin' risks, if it's hot, n*gga, so? Chance it

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
Don't call, no answer (At all)
Your sh*t just ass, he think he need another manager (f*ck?)
Take a shot, then pop her ass, bro, that sh*t give me stamina (Come here)
And she was bad, so I had to f*ck her with the camera up (On bro)
n*gga