TeeBridda - Bridda Flow Lyrics

I just pulled up in my Birks
If this bitch came to get ran just know I'm f*cking her first
Came from the dirt
I need Johnny Dang and Eliantte
Fighting over who icing me first
Came for the work
This could go smoother
But my brothers really like making you work
Came for my dollar
I did not come for thirsty bitches asking to swallow
I need my reup
I can't lay back kick my feet up until I my brother Z up
East Rogers baby all the loses made me crazy
But I gotta move like I'm Carter
I got a daughter I'm really her uncle
But blood just make me feel like I'm her father
Bro he myrter
He died for something he should of never been apart of
Gang

Back to the basics
OG worried at the crib I'm walking home like am I gone make it
Don't gotta fake it
Never wanted to be a gang member
I felt like I should say it
I'm from the north
If you on route to the money you should just remain on that course
Bro he divorced
Can't agree with every move but that nigga still got my support

Still with my brothers
Jordy got married I had to grab tissue cause Jean like my mother
Support bully brothers
I should not mention about how yo main bitch gone love us
It come with this face
I'm not that hood I been to couple of estates from out of this state
I feel like I'm Marlo
Box you up and check a bag and go get a new car tomorrow
I'm plugged in the work
Cali Mist or Mango Kush which ever my plug sending first
Pushing the work
If I don't make any profit
I got Luwop snatching yo purse
I need a verse
Please don't invite me to a session if you know Bridda gone curse
I'm for the youth
Hands down in my community
The shorties ah tell you the truth

But I had to stop
That shit was killing watching my little brothers die on that block
And I gotta plot
Get a 360 and run it up and give my granny a knot

I be thumbing like Wodie
You gone have dinner with Pac
If you try run up on Brody
Wavy nigga baby come with a floaty
Leo baby say she into my zodi

You can top me and still end up with bro
You gone be blew when you open a low
Finessing a 7 and it's really a 4
That fluffy shit make me the most
I gotta go, get me a wood from the store
A Faygo and Fiji fashoo
This how you know
I can leave it at the door
Just tell me 5 minutes before
Unless you ah bitch
Court side service with some dick
I'm not marking down shit
I'm bout my mula my cheddar my bones
You not talking money just leave me alone
I am not home
Stay away with the petty
One eye open like I'm Fetty
She tryna get me
Be a cold day in hell before I let a bitch get me
Bitch better hear me
Ruin gang tight like a Fendi

AYY

Bitch better hear me
Ruin gang tight like a Fendi