Waka Flocka Flame, Jimmy Rocket - Brothas

You the type to go out sad for a 304 I'm the type to give out bags like I'm Santa Claus On the front line with my soldiers All I see is God that's above us (Trap-A-Holics, bitch) What this pussy nigga doing next to us? Man, get your ass away from us, nigga Looking cool and shit (lame ass nigga) Boaw! I put on my mask, get on your ass if you fuck with Jim You say that you down, you gon' slide, get the fuck in Hop up out the car, walk you down, too late for duckin' Broad day, mob style, all in the public (damn, son, where'd you find this?) Shooters first name, knew when they get him dirty, they killed his ass on camera Think it's breakfast time when they slide on they block like eggs, gon' make shit scramble Flock with a couple niggas and they turned opp to ones I called family Hood nigga in some fashion, but I ain't like it, we had to switch in the Lamb' Lit nigga hittin' some bad shit, she ain't the catfish, you know I'm dickin' her down You thinkin' we on some rap shit, we really clap shit, we on the south of the town Spin the head, it's real, in the U-Haul truck, 'cause the micr, move shit 'round Trick on who? Man, that pussy ain't hittin' no nothin', can't treat me like one of them clowns BSM, need to get this shit on film, walk in it like, "Who is him?" Broad like rims, we step on shit like Timbs, we ride with K's like Kim Huh, black truck slidin' before I walk through, nigga, I pull up trim Island bitch, she Trinidadian snuck automatic in I put on my mask, get on your ass if you fuck with Jim You say that you down, you gon' slide, get the fuck in Hop up out the car, walk you down, too late for duckin' Broad day, mob style, all in the public Shooters first name, knew when they get him dirty, they killed his ass on camera Think it's breakfast time when they slide on they block like eggs, gon' make shit scramble Flock with a couple niggas and they turned opp to ones I called family (Trap-A-Holics) Hood nigga in some fashion, but I ain't like it, we had to switch in the Lamb' (real trap shit) You the type to go out sad for a 304 I'm the type to give out bags like I'm Santa Claus On the front line with my soldiers All I see is God that's above us (real trash shit) Niggas say they wanna see a killer, hop in Wanna see me put on a show? Nigga, box me in Lord, I don't wanna do it, but I gotta sin With all this blood on my hand, will You still let me in? Niggas uncomfortable around here, scared to call you twin All these hats around me, you would think we find our brims I'm a Brick Squad, nigga, no man left behind Nah, I'll never shoot you in your back, wait 'til you turn around I put on my mask, get on your ass if you fuck with Jim You say that you down, you gon' slide, get the fuck in Hop up out the car, walk you down, too late for duckin' Broad day, mob style, all in the public Shooters first name, knew when they get him dirty, they killed his ass on camera Think it's breakfast time when they slide on they block like eggs, gon' make shit scramble Flock with a couple niggas and they turned opp to ones I called family Hood nigga in some fashion, but I ain't like it, we had to switch in the Lamb' You're okay, it's time