[Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
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
[Chorus: Mozzy]
My brother, my brother brother, my brother
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 brother, my brother brother, my brother
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 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
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
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
[Chorus: Mozzy]
My brother, my brother brother, my brother
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 brother, my brother brother, my brother
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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