Slim 400 - Digiscale lyrics

[Hook] Back to the brans Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as [Verse 1: Slim 400] Bruisin' in my rag top on D's Hitter on the front got the pistol on scrape Whirl in the back and he rolling up a grape Bout to hit the Shaw so we can knock us a B Had to flash on a n***a then he skirted out That's that L.A. sh**, you know I'm talking about n***a I'm a rep where I'm from, ain't not b**hing out Make 'em lean like a cholo when this gun is out My real vatos with the biz, I'm at they family's house Sippin' on coronas on they couch when I'm thuggin' out Slim fo' got hella clout, so what's this you talkin' bout? It really mean nothing when I'm all they talk about I really get dough and that's something you're not about And me being broke that is something I won't allow, aye Times get hard, got the world in my hands European wheels headed back to the brans [Hook] Back to the brans Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as [Verse 2: YG] I'm bruisin' down the brans in a benz Just left the block I'm tryna make it to the 1-10 Red lights I don't f** with them Never wanna be a victim of a "Oh that's him" Them yellow lights I zoom past them Cause if I stop they got time to a**ume that's him Them green lights, that mean everything a go These hoes go, this money go like bullets out this .44 Summertime in Cali got it made so you strap it up (ay ay b**h where you goin', hop in the car) These n***as be stealing my appeal, I be mad as f** This swag I got is contagious That's why I don't shake hands I dap it up I ran to the block when they was trying to save me My plan worked, I'm a million dollar baby But f** it, I'm bout to put the benz on D's And you know I ain't lying when I put it on beats [Hook] Back to the brans Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin' Just me & my n***as [Verse 3: Sad Boy Loko] Bruisin' down the street in my six o Sippin' on a michelada while my henny gets cold You should know when I roll, G I'm up to something Windows down system low, I ain't tryna bump it Turn right cause a left might make you wait On these streets it don't pause everyone's out to play No rewind if you die, so I'm going fast forward I was young bruisin' street looking over both shoulders Nothing changed still bruise at the same block Yes I paid for my rims, no they ain't hot Driving in the ghetto, the streets I was raised in Smoking getting high, like a goddamn Jamaican 3 girls side to side I could even pancake it Leave holes in your face looking like Jason Sippin' on my henny I can't even chase it Ever try and wonder I will demonstrate it sh**