Broski Nem

[Intro] My broski nem [x6] [Hook] [x2] Got dough my broski nem Bank rolls for my broski nem I done hit the road I done went to shows Hit the same hoes wit my broski nem Never snitch on my broski nem I empty clips for my broski nem Represent for my broski nem My broski nem [x2] [Verse 1 - Montana of 300] All these niggas hate cause I'm the man I got bands in my hands in my pants It's FGE you wanna see you gotta pay 'em And just to think I started off on 14 grams I keep heat on me like I'm tryna get a tan So niggas better stay in line just like some crayons Boy don't think I'm playing I'll show you what I'm saying I go Super Saiyan when I up, click clack and spray 'em I done ran the streets with my broski nem Hitting licks with my broski nem Trick vicks and even switch chicks And Imma get rich with my broski nem Felt the pain I done felt the rain Been through the cold my broski nem This shit deep and ain't shit sweet Boy you don't know my broski nem I swear I love my broski squad And everywhere we go we toast the squad That's my word All I gotta do is get my broski nem the word 30 from that 40 bet you motherfuckers burn Dirty boys for life we done put niggas in the dirt Put niggas on them shirts yeah And I done stayed down my broski nem Gave pounds to my broski nem You get laid down when I spray rounds Don't play 'round with my broski nem [Hook - Montana of 300] [Verse 2 - J Real] My broski nem, my broski nem [?] cash and Tony nem I done did a bunch with them Kicked doors with them, fucked hoes with them Boy I had some niggas thought was broski but had ho in them I swear niggas crazy go to jail they try fuck yo BM Police pulled me over with that sack over 500 grams Even though they tried to give me ten they tell 'em broski nem Don't know what they thought this was, can't tell on my plug That's my broski he make sure I'm good, taught me how to juge Fuck with me, yeah I wish you would, show your ass what's good Came from the bottom, I did what it took, all you did was look Now we on and that money's long, blowing stupid strong Thotiana say she wanna roll, gotta do the bros, gang [Hook - Montana of 300] [Verse 3 - Talley of 300] Love and loyalty, don't start with me, they war with me And before we got through the fog it wasn't hard to see The ones who would stay down if It had to come to making niggas lay down We got it from the playground yeah And the ones still around don't play around they spray around And RIP my broski nem I'm praying hard and still hoping them In silence I spoke for them, tuggin' hard on that rope for them Badges off lets toast for them Burn one blow smoke for them Got kids to feed I'm gon' go for them Tryna get it just to give it I'm coaching them And broski nem gon' side, ride and die for a nigga Grind, cut that pie and give a slice to a nigga yeah And I do the same I know they do no changes It's ingrained until I'm a grave Fuck you man huh [Hook - Montana of 300]