HiLLWiLL6113 - Love 4 My Brothers Lyrics

I'm spilling Rosé on my shoes
Fcukin shit up with my crew
I'm texting all the women the spot to rendezvous
My cousin got the glock he'll pop anything that moves
But we ain't beefin with nobody but we still ain't tryn lose
I got love for my brothers
F*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers
I got love for my brothers
I f*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers

Shout-out to those that watched my back cause ain't no eyes there
And those I ask to hit the club with me on Friday
Don't need no yes men that always agree what I say
The truth hurts but they still say that shit to my face
I'm round some stand up niggas never sideways
Some of them smoke more than a fire place
But these is my guys no one else would I trade for
We so compatible it's just like we was made for
Each other
We brothers and I ain't gotta say more
You'll be right there when I blow like a claymore
And behind close doors sometimes we face off
It stays behind closed doors
Yeah
Nigga I got yo back
I'm pick right off yo slack
Whatever you got I lack
Ya choppa come straight from Iraq
What ever you put I match
I take your word like it's a fact
Been to ya momma crib
Like one ya momma kids

I'm spilling Rosé on my shoes
Fcukin shit up with my crew
I'm texting all the women the spot to rendezvous
My cousin got the glock he'll pop anything that moves
But we ain't beefin with nobody but we still ain't tryn lose
I got love for my brothers
F*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers
I got love for my brothers
I f*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers

With us it's deeper than money
I loan you more than a 20
Don't expect the shit back
Just turn them dark times to sunny
Won't do like Alpo did Rich
Porter I ain't that cruddy
Don't snake me out for no bread
And please no dirty mackin
If I'm clean
I can't have you out here like a dirty napkin
So with me
You can hold my clothes if you ain't into fashion
No back stabbin
If you gotta stab me do it face front
I'm just type that wanna know where it came from
Never hate on ya financial status
Or when you get a girl and how ya time is managed
Remain humble
Stay loyal
Don't do what I won't do
Pull up when you want to
Heinekens when you come thru
I hope the best for you
Always check on you
I'll spray the TEC for you
Got much respect for you
I hope the best for you
Always check on you
I'll spray that TEC for you
Got much respect for you

I'm spilling Rosé on my shoes
Fcukin shit up with my crew
I'm texting all the women the spot to rendezvous
My cousin got the glock he'll pop anything that moves
But we ain't beefin with nobody but we still ain't tryn lose
I got love for my brothers
F*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers
I got love for my brothers
I f*ck shit up with my brothers
In the cut with my brothers
Spilling bub with my brothers