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