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MTG Mook - Blood Brothas (feat. Ballin & Lul Slim) Lyrics



MTG Mook - Blood Brothas (feat. Ballin & Lul Slim) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rack$tar Jay ]

North to the south, heavy trappin', it a get you paid
Head's got me rushin', but I might be five minutes late
Pull up on yo block knock my pop, then I get away
Twist the oil straight out the way, you know that shit stank
Head's runnin' in and out the trap, it's like a damn bank
Thought I was gon' stop, po'n drank, man, I just can't
Broke down on my knees, man, I had to make a way
Try to buss some moves send yo ass to the heaven gates
100 P's fresh up off the truck, and it's from the Bay
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I'm back to catchin' plays
High risk, high reward, Ion care about a case
You'll say the same thang you seen what these phones made
Police get behind me, cuz they think a nigga dumpin' woo
Even if I didn't have my phone, hit me through the Zoom
Niggas out here gettin' to the cheese like it's provolone
God on my side every day, I gotta make it home
Nigga, this a soup kitchen
I done hit YT call me Duke Dennis
I done met the plug, he done hit just like two bitches
I heard snitches get stitches
Me and my brothers finna go rags to riches
Like damn, always f*ckin' with a Gina, I ain't f*ckin' with no Pam
Benihana's how I cook it, f*ck that nigga Dirty Dan
Bad bitch, take her lil' pretty ass straight to France
If she set me up, nigga, you was not gon' see me where I land
Lil bitch, we ballin' like LeBron and D-Wade
When they was with the Heat
Yo location a lil' far, meet me up the street
Where was you when I was f*cked up and it was all on me
To get back on my feet, to get back on the streets
If you got somethin' on yo chest, unclench yo' teeth
Dumbass nigga wore a vest and I aimed where he blink
Man, I'm high as a bitch, I just pop me 2 pinks
Thought about callin' yo' bitch until my phone rang
I'm suited all the way up, I'll catch a body on the ring
That's yo' main bitch to me, she just my lil' fling
At times I zone out & I can't hear a damn thing
Just like Lil' Wayne, I need my diamonds to go bling bling
The way I flip the bags, I'm just like Mylah May(field), I'm a gymnast
The lean so bad for me, but I convince myself it's nutritious
Servin' off-white in this lil' off-white denim
My one head always come short, so you know I'm a skimp em
These my blood brothas,
Sip wit Kaine & Kill, cuz them my mudd cousins
I sip Tech, Wocky, Qua, Tris, Morty, & that yellow Tussin
Run up a quick 30 ball, & act like I ain't made none
I catch pops and drop off loads,
I never capped, I'm really roadrunnin
I really don't be tryna call Flow he take yo soul from ya
I keep f*ckin' up all of the kitchens, all this dope aroma
Bro on south with it, he pitchin' yay all the way on Oklahoma
Once them Za loads touch we f*ck around put the city ina coma
Twist the oil straight out the way, you know that shit stank
Heads runnin' in and out the trap, it's like a damn bank
Benihana's how I cook it, f*ck that nigga Dirty Dan
Bad bitch, take her lil' pretty ass straight to France
Where was you when I was f*cked up and it was all on me
Yo location a lil' far, meet me up the street
Run up a quick 30 ball, & I act like I ain't made none
I catch pops and drop off loads,
I never capped, I'm really roadrunnin
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North to the south, heavy trappin', it a get you paid
Head's got me rushin', but I might be five minutes late
Pull up on yo block knock my pop, then I get away
Twist the oil straight out the way, you know that shit stank
Head's runnin' in and out the trap, it's like a damn bank
Thought I was gon' stop, po'n drank, man, I just can't
Broke down on my knees, man, I had to make a way
Try to buss some moves send yo ass to the heaven gates
100 P's fresh up off the truck, and it's from the Bay
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I'm back to catchin' plays
High risk, high reward, Ion care about a case
You'll say the same thang you seen what these phones made
Police get behind me, cuz they think a nigga dumpin' woo
Even if I didn't have my phone, hit me through the Zoom
Niggas out here gettin' to the cheese like it's provolone
God on my side every day, I gotta make it home
Nigga, this a soup kitchen
I done hit YT call me Duke Dennis
I done met the plug, he done hit just like two bitches
I heard snitches get stitches
Me and my brothers finna go rags to riches
Like damn, always f*ckin' with a Gina, I ain't f*ckin' with no Pam
Benihana's how I cook it, f*ck that nigga Dirty Dan
Bad bitch, take her lil' pretty ass straight to France
If she set me up, nigga, you was not gon' see me where I land
Lil bitch, we ballin' like LeBron and D-Wade
When they was with the Heat
Yo location a lil' far, meet me up the street
Where was you when I was f*cked up and it was all on me
To get back on my feet, to get back on the streets
If you got somethin' on yo chest, unclench yo' teeth
Dumbass nigga wore a vest and I aimed where he blink
Man, I'm high as a bitch, I just pop me 2 pinks
Thought about callin' yo' bitch until my phone rang
I'm suited all the way up, I'll catch a body on the ring
That's yo' main bitch to me, she just my lil' fling
At times I zone out & I can't hear a damn thing
Just like Lil' Wayne, I need my diamonds to go bling bling
The way I flip the bags, I'm just like Mylah May(field), I'm a gymnast
The lean so bad for me, but I convince myself it's nutritious
Servin' off-white in this lil' off-white denim
My one head always come short, so you know I'm a skimp em
These my blood brothas,
Sip wit Kaine & Kill, cuz them my mudd cousins
I sip Tech, Wocky, Qua, Tris, Morty, & that yellow Tussin
Run up a quick 30 ball, & act like I ain't made none
I catch pops and drop off loads,
I never capped, I'm really roadrunnin
I really don't be tryna call Flow he take yo soul from ya
I keep f*ckin' up all of the kitchens, all this dope aroma
Bro on south with it, he pitchin' yay all the way on Oklahoma
Once them Za loads touch we f*ck around put the city ina coma
Twist the oil straight out the way, you know that shit stank
Heads runnin' in and out the trap, it's like a damn bank
Benihana's how I cook it, f*ck that nigga Dirty Dan
Bad bitch, take her lil' pretty ass straight to France
Where was you when I was f*cked up and it was all on me
Yo location a lil' far, meet me up the street
Run up a quick 30 ball, & I act like I ain't made none
I catch pops and drop off loads,
I never capped, I'm really roadrunnin
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Writer: Jahbar Jenkins, Connor Tucker, Jecar Mayfield, Malik Mayfield
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