Bruisin

[Hook]

Back to the brans

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

[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 nigga then he skirted out

That's that L.A. shit, you know I'm talking about

Nigga I'm a rep where I'm from, ain't not bitching 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 fo' 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 niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

[Verse 2: YG]

I'm bruisin' down the brans in a benz

Just left the block I'm tryna make it to the 1-10

Red lights I don't fuck 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 assume 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 bitch where you goin', hop in the car)

These niggas be stealing my appeal, I be mad as fuck

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 fuck 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 niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

Bruisin', bruisin', bruisin', bruisin'

Just me & my niggas

[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 tryna 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

Shit