Brothers Keeper YN Jay & YN Que

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Thank you, GC)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You say that you with me
Say you ridin' with me
You, you really with me?
My, is you really with me?
Bro, I don't know, though
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryna figure somethin' out real quick
I get to the money
Am the greatest ever
Gon' run up a bag
Get to the bread
Dough, you know what I'm sayin'? I gotta get this dough
I gotta get to the bread, I gotta stack this shit
Ayy, I gotta stack this shit
Nigga said what I should've did with what I had, but never had this shit
How you understand?
I remember I was dead broke, I had nothin', man
Feel like my music and we have sex, that's my fuckin' fan
Drop thirty when I'm in the game, I get buckets, man
Ayy, I can't trust my friend
How the fuck is you my friend but I can't trust you, man?
Ayy, your bitch say she done with me, but let me fuck again
Bitch think I can bless her if she touch my hands
Bitch let me have a threesome 'cause I fucked her friend
Bitch brought her auntie, I brought my Uncle Sam
I got aim with this bitch, I can shoot a can
Too much traffic at the trap, I had to move the van
I'll cut the switch on like I do the fan
Wild Wild West draw, two FNs
I just woke up in the bed with two best friends
I can't make shit right, got two left hands
In the trap, trappin' hard off two Netspends
I'ma re-up off my two next spends
I'm with Rio in a Maybach, damn
The backseats recline, you can lay back, damn