Lil Brother

[Chorus: Chris Brown] Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case Had to, he ain't wanna throw his life away Judge hit him with twenty, told him, "Get out my face" He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy" Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God Send him up like here, God Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off This right here that mob talk Burn in hell, bye, dawg [Verse 1: Chris Brown] .30 clip, that's a dick, you get fucked with it Throw away after you use it, swimmin' with the fishes (Ah) Don't tell yo' bidness, go on missions and don't leave no witness (No) All these bitches turn to snitches, coppers come and getcha (Ooh) Boy, them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop, you and your thot Smokin' dreadlocks, headshot got that red dot A million for my watch, say you got it? Bitch, I think not Hop up at your spot, all these goons, don't get scared now Fuck about a opp, bitch, I'm everywhere If them niggas get to shootin', you gon' run and tell I'ma catch a body 'fore a nigga get mine Just because you pussy, watch a nigga get time We all know that you the type to really switch sides Learnings from my youth, grind, gotta get mine He did anything just to get on But I'ma tell his mama, "He ain't comin' home" [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case Had to, he ain't wanna throw his life away Judge hit him with twenty, told him, "Get out my face" He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy" Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God Send him up like here, God Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off This right here that mob talk Burn in hell, bye, dawg [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] Killas at your crib drinkin' coffee like they work late (Sit on 'em) Tryna squash it, niggas shouldn't have played with me in the first place (Fuck y'all niggas) I'ma make your death day (Ha) Nigga, fuck your birthday (Ha) Kill that pussy bitch and shoot whoever got his shirt made (Brrrr) I be solo when I ride (I'm 'bout to go get on these niggas) Not shootin' from a distance, I'ma run up, catch these shots (Bop, bop, bop, bop) FN, a MAC with no kick, niggas die (Brrrr) Spray the crowd, hollows ain't got names, they just flyin' (Brrrr) I be in the shooter with my hunters, fifty in my Ruger Put a new drum on my glizzy, now that bitch sound like a Uzi Shoot your mama house, now move her Pulled a mission out this Uber Me and lil' bro caught a body Ain't get caught, so we ain't do it, hol' up (Shh) The opps on Instagram live, huh (Them niggas live) Let's go flip a nigga crib inside out (Brah) These bullets go through bricks, I shake your hand, you make it out (You cold) Two clips taped together, it look like it's upside down (Ha, brrr) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case Had to, he ain't wanna throw his life away Judge hit him with twenty, told him, "Get out my face" He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy" Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God Send him up like here, God Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off This right here that mob talk Burn in hell, bye, dawg