Famous Dex - My Bros lyrics

[Intro Famous Dex] Uh, Dexter Yeah, huh, Dexter and Uno Huh, yeah, Dexter and Uno Dexter and Uno, huh, huh Dexter and Uno [Hook Famous Dex] I get up right off the floor I had to pour me a 4 I’m runnin’ right to the door Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros I want that money I need me some more, yeah I want some money I need me some more, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe, yeah [Verse 1 Famous Dex] I want that money need more, yeah I had to pick up the flow, yeah I got these b**hes in a row Pop me a Perc and I fell on the floor, yeah I call my brother Uno, yeah I just might bool with my bro, yeah I just might hang with my bro Body feel nervous, I pour me a 4, yeah Lookin’ so fresh like a jet magazine I’m sippin’ that wock I don’t really green Diamonds my necklace, 10k for my ring These lil’ boys ain’t thing I get the birds make em’ sing, yeah [Hook Famous Dex] I get up right off the floor I had to pour me a 4 I’m runnin’ right to the door Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros I want that money I need me some more, yeah I want some money I need me some more, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe, yeah [Verse 2 UnoTheActivist] Sippin’ on drip drop I’m at the tip with the Wock Lil bitty bih’, s** on my bro I cannot lip lock She wanna’ hip hop Cuz’ I’m at the tipity top Look at my wristwatch Turn that lil’ b**h to a thot These n***a playin’ but they really losin’ They dissin’ up on the computer Chopper hit em’, I do not use a Ruger Imma’ bust at your medulla Lotta’ diamonds in the Cuban Double cup, ice cube it Lil’ n***a think I’m stupid Put your name on a bullet Throw your mind when I pull it I ain’t lyin’ least staying with the coolest Why would I try to waste my time on anything with a booty f** the fame, want the dread knock, never go to court, f** the jury And I shoot like Curry, bullet comin’ at you flyin’ and flourish [Hook: Famous Dex] I get up right off the floor I had to pour me a 4 I’m runnin’ right to the door Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros I want that money I need me some more, yeah I want some money I need me some more, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m coolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m boolin’ right with my bros, yeah I’m hangin’ right with my bros Can’t trust that b**h, I swear she a hoe, yeah