Slim 400 - Bruisin 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 4 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 trynna 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 trynna 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**..