BIG BRO
Quavo Lyrics

Is you with me or against me? (with me or against me?)
Are you supporting me or opposing me?

I'm a OG now so you need me (OG, I'm a OG)
I'm an original gangster and therefore, you require my assistance.

Think you poppin' Xanax bars, but it's Fentanyl (No-no bars, it's Fentanyl)
You think you are taking Xanax bars but, in reality, it's Fentanyl and it's dangerous.

Think you're living life like rockstars but you're dead now (yeah)
You are pretending to live like rockstars but you are living the dangerous life of a dead person.

Let me put you under my wing I can teach you one thing (let me put you under my wing)
Allow me to mentor you, and teach you something valuable.

Let me put you under my wing I can show you it ain't all about a chain (ayy, ayy)
I can mentor you and demonstrate that life isn't just about material possessions.

I'ma be your big bro (big bro) I'ma be your big bro (big bro) I'ma be your big bro (big bro) I'ma be your big bro (big bro) I'ma be your big bro (big bro) Say we all need a big bro (all need a big bro) We all need a big bro (all need a big bro) I'ma be your big bro (yeah)
I am willing to be your big brother and mentor, and we all require a big brother figure.

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team When you get a ring, it's a championship Teach 'em how to get them P's on the back of RV's When you get 'cross seas, it's a championship
I can teach you how to be part of a championship team and earn a ring, and how to obtain the P's on the back of recreational vehicles, signifying a successful trip across different countries.

Clappin' on things like I'm in New Orleans When I hit 'em hard I be striking them Calling all gangs 'cause I'm right with them You too young to be hanging out all night with them
I am powerful like a clapping in New Orleans, and when I strike hard, I hit my targets. I am part of different gangs and you are too young to hang out with them all night.

Brrrrrrr (ahh) Tsh, it's a young nigga calling my phone (ahh) What's happening? Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (ahh) What? Them niggas just set me up big brother They just got me for my chain (ahh) Aw man (ahh) Damn (ahh) Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon' get it back (ahh) Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (ahh)
Sounds of a phone ringing followed by a young man telling me that he was robbed of his chain by an orchestrated effort. To which I respond by calming him down and assuring him that we'll get it back, as I ask him to meet me and explain what happened.

Big bro ridin' with the tool tight (big bro) Big bro straight, he live the coot life (big bro) Been through the struggle, played the rules right (big bro) Ain't got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (big bro) You out here tryna live your broke life (you, you, ayy) You out here tryna live that GOAT life (you, you, ayy) You gonna fuck around, take your life (you, you) Instagram and guns just don't go right (no, no, ayy)
I am travelling with dangerous weapons and have lived through different struggles whilst always following the rules. I don't need to prove anything and have earned nine stripes. You are trying to live a poor man's life or trying to be the greatest of all time, and you risk losing your life in the process. Posting guns on Instagram is not the correct way to go about things.