★ Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD ★ Hop in my ride, what's up? Swinging my whip 'til the sun up Son bumpin' Max B 'til my tears blood Shut the fuck up 'bout it Hop in my ride, it's a cold night ❲?❳ I hit the gas and my soul light up Wish I could ride around all of my life, yeah
★ Verse 1: Lil Darkie ★ Yeah, me and BRUHMANEGOD real, we don't fuck with marks Smoking on a Backwood so big, it look like tree bark At the supermarket with my bitch, she fillin' up the cart Bitch, it's 2024 and you still smoking carts I remember being broke as fuck and eating Pop-Tarts Riding down Bellflower Avenue, this Long Beach, nigga (Yeah) From the Bay to L.A., we rollin' strong weed, nigga
★ Verse 2: BRUHMANEGOD ★ Some ride, I'ma drive it in the ground You don't know none 'bout the sound, no you don't Couple suckers tryna put me in thе ground I don't really give a fuck, just ★ Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD ★ Hop in my ride, what's up? Swinging my whip 'til thе sun up Son bumpin' Max B 'til my tears blood Shut the fuck up 'bout it Hop in my ride, what's up? Swinging my whip 'til the sun up Son bumpin' Max B 'til my tears blood Shut the fuck up 'bout it, hop in my ride
★ Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD ★ Yeah, yeah Swinging my whip and I don't even got a license West Coast bone, ain't nobody tryna buy this or bite this I'ma let it ride, I provide this Swag you can't believe I just had to pull up and show up Had to let these motherfuckers know that I go dumb Had to let go of the wheel
★ Verse 4: Lil Darkie ★ Yeah, hot sun on the concrete city streets Rims spinning on the whip with the leather seats Doing ninety on the highway, fuck the police I see you walking, you could ★ Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD, Lil Darkie & BRUHMANEGOD, Lil Darkie ★ Hop in my ride, what's up? Swinging my whip 'til the sun up (Yeah) Son bumpin' Max B 'til my tears blood (Yeah) Shut the fuck up 'bout it Hop in my ride, what's up? (What's up?) Swinging my whip 'til the sun up (Yeah) Son bumpin' Max B 'til my tears blood (Yeah) Shut the fuck up 'bout it, hop in my ride
★ Outro: Lil Darkie ★ Bitch You know what the fuck goin' on This that Brahman, BMG From San Fran to the LBC Smoke some
BRUHMANEGOD - Brainsucker {Intro} Blow ya' mind all over the table, that's some carnage Blow ya' mind all over the table, that's some- blow- blow- Blow ya' mind all over the table,
BRUHMANEGOD - Sigh {Chorus} I hop on the stage and then I dive I would never tell no fuckin' lies I look at you 'til you wanna die Wanna die, wanna die
BRUHMANEGOD - Red Yuh (It's the best time) Yuh (For the end time) Yuh (Fuck around bitch, you know i'm switchin' up they enzymes) Yuh~ (Sky is red the whole world
BRUHMANEGOD - Holy War {Hook} I'm on my bullshit I'm on my bullshit I'm on my bullshit I'm on my bullshit Holy war I put godness inside my {?} On
BRUHMANEGOD - My obituary {verse 1} Here i stand with both these hands To lay my head in as a broken man As my wife and my child condemned And i step over corpses of my friends Give it
BRUHMANEGOD - Trade Arms {Chorus} Mama was a hustler, daddy was a hustler Mama was a hustler, daddy was a hustler Swear to you ain't gonna be like no, hustle {?}, kill that
BRUHMANEGOD - Invasion {Intro} The invasion is here Yeah, boom the invasion is here boom boom {Chorus} Twenty one guns in my pocket, got the cheeks
BRUHMANEGOD
BRUHMANEGOD is a vocalist and producer from the Bay Area. He is a member of the Spider Gang; working with a tight-knit group of talented independent artists.
Inspired by alternative and experimental acts across the board, he uses cues from a myriad of musical influences, from the likes of alternative metal bands like System of a Down and Deftones, alongside classic underground hip hop like Hieroglyphics and Stones Throw’s lineup—as well as an array of sonic disarray in between, developing new flavors in the current “degenerate punk kid” rap climate.