Brodie - Lock The Door (Say No More) lyrics

[talking:]

Yeah, I'ma get mine (any form of weather)

You know, that I'ma get mine (all about my do')

You know, that I'ma get mine (this what it is)

You know, that I'ma get mine

[Hook: x2]

Now get your's partna, I'ma get mine

It was a long time coming, no mistakes this time

And I know, you can't name one nigga like me

Loved by many, no respect for the police

[Yung Redd:]

Naw this ain't pretend, I'm back at it again

Tell your friends to change, I got money to spend

Ay my grandaddy, grandaddy was a hustler

So this year, it's grand hustle

You mo'fuckers understand struggle, move on the block with the same shuffle

Like I ain't noticed, that them hoes had a thang for us

I got a watch for every country, every time zone

Even in the dark you see my stones, through a blindfold

Nigga please, ery'body work a d block

Or weed spot, 7-1-3 you think that we not

Even when somebody call the laws, or the streets hot

I'm just saying though, I'm back when they leave out

Texas raised, I was born for this

For the bread, hardships get torn for this

Listen as the plot thickens, get this glock I'm gripping

Leave red on your blue, like a Detroit Piston nigga

[Hook x2]

[Yung Redd:]

These niggaz ain't real, let me make this clear

We them niggaz you fear, round here

These niggaz ain't real, that's the way that I feel

Check the price of my deal, check the size of my wheels

[Lil' Ron:]

Any situation, paper making's a must

I get paid, cause I'm slanging that white stuff

You niggaz ain't like us, I could show you what I mean

Between the niggaz in your squad, you couldn't move a thing

My mind on money, ain't shit funny

You one of them lames, out would like to serve a dummy and think nothing of it

I give in no observation, because my occupation

Is to run the operation, with no cooperation

From a snake, or a snitch

I would advise you, to quit thinking for your bitch

Can't get no cash, if ya sitting on your ass

And you wondering why, niggaz always blow right past

Take a lot, of mind and muscle

No broke at stacks, that's why I grind and hustle

I'm focused on my stacks, me and Yung Redd we the next in line

I don't know what you doing, but partna I'm get mine

[Hook x2]

[Yung Redd:]

Every song, that I sing

I still got a dollar for every stone in my chain, let me explain

Three hundred dollar shoes, no suits included

See them 22's sliding, no roof I lose it

Ay real talk, partna this ain't music

It ain't no secret, I'm the hardest in Houston

So far so good, so star so hood

Yeah them haters gon hate, but if they could they would good

Get mine, no rules apply

My wrist lit like the sky, on the 4th of July

I'm a menace to society, a boy in the hood

Chrome shoes, under every color toy in the hood nigga

[Hook x2]