text: Tate Lyrics
  Afraid of my kid eatin?
  Man will be fuckin down for that, bros
  Just let me know the time
  It be interesting today at work
  There were odds running around
  And Im lookin at them motherfuckers like
  Blud, do you know what mans doing? Mans with the mandem
  So they already know
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of thе, none of the
  And you aint heard from nonе of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the
  I dont quite know
  How to say
  Just how I feel
  I dont quite know
  How to say
  Just how I feel
  Just how I feel
  Just how I feel
  Just how I feel
  Just how I feel
  I dont know how I feel
  Broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  I dont quite know
  How to say
  How I feel
  She wont dive in
  But I still cant breathe
  Its what you did to me
  How I feel
  I dont know
  How I feel
  Oh
  Just how I feel
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  And you aint heard from none of the, none of the
  And you aint heard from none of the broskis
  Heard from none of the broskis
  Heard from none of the
  Heard from none of the broskis
  Heard from none of the
  Man fuckin dardy, trust me, bruv
  Nah its just, walk–
  Mans just tryna
  Mans just tryna turn up, Fred
  This summers gonna be fuckin lit, broEmbed