For the Culture

You under the ground and rush

Step brothers(ahh haha)

If it next year

Give me and this nigga an endorsement(bah)

Yea, we in this bitch

Passin' blunts like the three man weave

Hit my peace shift the weed to the air bnb

I just get off the phone with Roy

Told him we goin' to leave

Let's start this BN war

Step brothers cmg

FRrrrtttt             Jig (Bip)

Fell asleep on the jig

30 racks on my swiss

Used to write my raps like the inner trap

When I was serving packs in the jigs

Wake up on the trap and with a dirty strap

You get murdered by my respect

Fuck the three O 3:15

Yea, but what our eyes are Mars

Times was hard, I grindin' hard

Free my dawg behind them bars(free Roy   whaaddup nigga)

Go ahead, matter a fact , bet I file a nine, abort

Where's my porn?

I forgot I'm on them bars karate in the  garage

Kickin' shit like moonshine

I come from bangin' up cutie pies

I can throw you some extra dollars

Right fans, all you gotta do is drag

Say my name that's suicide

(what up trey)new addition,  nigga cool it nye

A couple of niggas with me is way too

Over-zeaulous to shoot it out

You keep poppin' off

Only going to make it that much harder to talkin' up time

You keep betting, you have a bullet waiting on ya

Next time you coming to town

But hey you ain't gotta listen to me

I sell more bags than Lipton tea

It's the first week of February

Still I ain't took down my crib and tree

I'll be, niggas just for free

Stepbrothers

Case 225 on the dash(skrrt skrrt)

To use and I drivin it fast

Don't do hookah, but I smoke the gas

Manuever thru uber with bags

Run like i'm down to my last

Right round town with a platinum

On the strap on the bitch

That I findin' forever

Riding around with a cam

My trunk and a baby. like none of 'em left

I get a check in the mail every month

But I grind like I'm down to my last

Getting to the bread no matter worth

Swing on nigga, like batter up

All that rap shit is cool and all

Until you make the nigga have to back it up

I was strapped as fuck

Yeah I had a took

Way back when bro rapping that's what's up

Shawty wit' me, hit my foot

I be spinnin' like Daffy Duck

Thot bitches out to get me

Can't forget to wrap it up

I fuck cash for love, right after buck

I'm still stackin' it up, cuz I ain't have enough

Local riches, bitch fasten up

Keep hands and feet inside the ride

Old bitch ain't cook at all

Had to fall back like like baptize, baptism

Back and forth like badminton

Countin' up every last digit and we strapped like ass whippings

God speed

Got rubbers

Next

Come on, man

We need more beats