Bruk

Where you at butah Dubai shiii flip the Not what you're saying Exe tell them where you been shopping though Bruh I've been all up in Hugo and shit bro Nigga Hugo Boss Niggas can't even spell Hugo bro They on't know It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk in my gut Got me running it up It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk If my dawg in the cut Know we stuck in the mud It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk If I missed on your call Sorry boo it's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk I forgot what I'm doing On bro it's the bruk Nigga On me it's the bruk I swear lil bro It's the bruk On me it's the bruk I swear lil bro It's the bruk Two cups and I'm rolling I'm deep in my gaze Switch up the flow Get it cracking again Six in the morning I'm rolling a slim Still brushing my wave And I got you a trim Neighbours can't wiff Where I'm at if they wished Private location Off grid in the 6 Deep in the west Or off coast in the east Got vibes in the spot And they feeling the team Loosen the pack Feed the fiends on my block Love from the streets Worth the pain that I caused I tell you the truth But this ain't what you thought Been sipping this muddy It's slowing my thoughts Straight out the projects I came out the gutta my brother I had no faith I was serving abusers I hit a lick And I call up the trenches I make an appointment Depends on the user It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk in my gut Got me running it up It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk If my dawg in the cut Know we stuck in the mud It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk If I missed on your call Sorry boo it's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk It's the bruk I forgot what I'm doing On bro it's the bruk Nigga On me it's the bruk I swear lil bro It's the bruk On me it's the bruk I swear lil bro It's the bruk Bitch What you mad fo Cause this mud in my cup Looking asphalt Stupid How we do this Bennylyn Tropicana or fruity Dumb ass Dawg n em Turn you blunt Lil punk this a banyazi Legs dead on yo boy Like in degrasse OG in my blunt That's yo friend Fr Don't fuck with the clip That extend Fr Big boys in the clique Make you bend Fr You talk shit Must be touched in the head Fr Ain't you the one that got touch by a poof On me This a trap house theme song On Tory Lanez I'ma shoot this nigga feet off Hit you in the head Make yo legs go seesaw Bitch don't touch the cup I will go Deebo Big Mac Got the Mac And the Mac do work Huncho Send you searching for God Fr Daddah Pass this nigga a vest Big bullies in the mag And they tear through flesh The Boogie