Free The Bros Lyrics – Lil Tjay

Read the full Free The Bros lyrics by Lil Tjay from the album They Just Ain’t You along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
What’s in the world, that s*it inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I’m tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the weapon, if I’m firing it’s Peter Roll
Try bring you with me but it’s tiring for me to grow

[Verse 1]
I know I’m golden, couple hate, they won’t say I’m great

They play it cool up in my face, tryna forty-eight
Know they won’t judge a n!gga bad ’cause the s*it I make
Like I ain’t get this in my last just to get it straight
Like I ain’t never knew the cash was gon’ bring this hatе
And I ain’t never knew thе stash was gon’ be this great
Imagine I ain’t take no action to what escape
When I couldn’t even dream a fraction of what I make

[Chorus]
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
What’s in the world, that s*it inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I’m tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the weapon, if I’m firing it’s Peter Roll
Try bring you with me but it’s tiring for me to grow

[Verse 2]
Sons, knocks, in my feelings what we got
No security, ain’t searching me, we heavy in the spot
Hands on, give that n!gga surgery, I think of it a lot
Better up that s*it with urgency, you ready or you not?
Tryna run, it ain’t nun, are you dumb? Are you dumb?
The way he disrespected us, I bet he gon’ get shot

Yeah, no fu*k who think I’m serious, just try us if you curious
And ask the Lord, we send him a lot
The street my bestest ’cause I won but it left me numb
And even when that s*it was fun, that whole s*it was dumb
And this ain’t no s*it from the past that just go away
Forever smoke behind these ashes that’s in the tray
I wish I never missed my classes and stayed away
But I heard they don’t teach no acid s*it anyway
I think I fell in love with money
Still got that lil’ hunger in my tummy
Broke low funds, I was bummy

[Chorus]
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
What’s in the world, that s*it inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I’m tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the weapon, if I’m firing it’s Peter Roll
Try bring you with me but it’s tiring for me to grow