Just Like Bruddas Lyrics - Future

I gotta kick this flavor, ya hear me 

Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian 

All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland 

Molly on fire, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam 

Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium 

Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President 

I'm counting up cho, while I'm counting up these Presidents 

Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about 

Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'ed up 

Two seater, plush, few racks in the bumper 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers 

Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers 

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Chewing on the bars, and we call 'em barbarian 

I'm on my way to Mars, got the stars in the ceiling 

Down South Georgia Boy 

We the New Chopper City, we the New Chopper City 

We the New Chopper City, yeah (Free B.G.) 

Word to my youngin', we gone dump on you 

Yeah, that dirty money, I can smell the gun powder 

That's dirty money, I can smell the gun powder 

He got his hoodie, with his hand in his right pocket 

And you gotta watch out or it's lights out 

Lights out, hotwire me a Eddie Bauer 

And I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets shower 

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Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian 

All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland 

Molly on fire, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam 

Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium 

Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President 

I'm counting up cho, while I'm counting up these Presidents 

Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about 

Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'ed up 

Two seater, plush, few racks in the bumper 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers 

Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers 

Off 2 milligrams, I forgot about my ex-ho 

Staying with the gas, fill my blunts up with petrol 

Pop a couple double G's and down it with some XO 

Trippin' off them bars you forgot when you was dead broke 

Styrofoams and mula, yeah, styrofoams and mula 

Half a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking Percocets 

Down five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forget 

I been with the gang cause they love me how I am 

Shit ain't been the same, they talkin' bout me on the 'gram 

They say I turned my back on my baby mama, I'm on them tabs 

And my hood looking up to me, I love them niggas to death 

Even in the after life, when ain't a breathe of me left 

Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian 

All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland 

Molly on fire, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam 

Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium 

Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President 

I'm counting up cho, while I'm counting up these Presidents 

Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about 

Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'ed up 

Two seater, plush, few racks in the bumper 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers 

Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers 

A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers