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On Bro (Flow) lyrics by Rxload

Intro
Hahaha
Yo, what the fuck?
Hahaha, I’m faded
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah

Chorus
We get money, yeah
I put that shit on bro, bro, bro
All my niggas killers, they ain’t scared to let it blow, blow
Choppa straight from Frozen with the way I „Let It Go”, go
I’m locked in the lab, niggas know I’m always on go
I think she wit’ a lesbian ‘cause that pussy boy a hoe
How you claiming that you real, but you really is a hoax?
Y’all niggas Chris Rock with it, ‘cause I swear y’all all jokes
Pissin’ on all y’all niggas, bitch, you could tell from my flow

Verse
Holding my semi-automatic, with a bitch in the back who sucking dick (Yeah)
I won’t lie, I’m livin kinda lavish, but im tryna get Bill Gates rich
She wanted to fuck me off the Xanax, I told her „I ain’t Cosby, bitch” (No, I’m not)
So high I’m on a new planet, I’m looking like „What the fuck is this?”
F.N with the bеam, I’m tryna haunt ‘em like Freddy Kruеger with it (Hahaha)
Stayin with the team, if y’all want smoke then y’all could really come and get it
Brain started like some pasta ‘till I shot him and now it’s spaghetti (Damn, Huh)
No, none of y’all ready
Pull up inside of the scene with a choppa I’m making a movie like my name was Jet Li (Yeah)
Yo’ bitch in my DMs, she want me to fuck, so I’m doing it rough ‘cause I don’t do the gently
I’m pouring the codeine, I’m getting so high that I think I’ma swerve and I might crash the Bentley (Skrr)
I can’t go out ‘cuz I’m making my money, so best believe that I keep Glocks in my Fendi (Brr)
Do not approach me ‘cuz, bitch, I ain’t friendly, walk out designer cuz I like expensive
3K on my chain so you know imma wear it, y’all niggas my sons, I been a bad parent
Y’all just gon’ copy me, it’s so apparent
I come out dripped and y’all wearing the same damn apparel
Go ask where yo bitch at, nigga, you don’t even know
She told you that she „Wit’ her friends” but she really with the bros
But we ran a train on her kinda like it’s boco
I’m what they say in Spanish, bitch, you know I’m loco
No, you not on my level, boy, you a bozo

Chorus
We get money, yeah
I put that shit on bro, bro, bro
All my niggas killers, they ain’t scared to let it blow, blow
Choppa straight from Frozen with the way I „Let It Go”, go
I’m locked in the lab, niggas know I’m always on go
I think she wit’ a lesbian ‘cause that pussy boy a hoe
How you claiming that you real, but you really is a hoax?
Y’all niggas Chris Rock with it, ‘cause I swear y’all all jokes
Pissin’ on all y’all niggas, bitch, you could tell from my flow