[Intro: SSJ Daki]
Brrt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Look (david arcade), okay
[Verse 1: SSJ Daki & ISSBROKIE]
Big money make a nigga pants sag (Uh-huh)
Blurry vision like a bitch's cam bad (Uh-huh)
She my shooter, choppa in her handbag (What's that?)
Pack-a-punch, blow 'em off the damn map (Uh-huh)
Gold on my neck, lookin' like a taxi (Okay)
In my lane, bitches couldn't pass me (Okay)
Out the way, they spoke on me last week (Okay)
So leave a hater out to hate (Okay), please don't at me
Eugh, what's the word, son? (Yeah)
Think you met an asshole? Bitch, I'm the worst one (Real bitch)
Man, I'm taxin' all these niggas like a church fund (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, got me spinnin' in this whip, tryna burn some
(Oh, yeah) Shit, I'm too hot (D-d-damnit!)
If he tryna fix an issuе, let the tool pop (Grrt, yeah)
Up in Cali' and thеy lovin' me like 2Pac (Bitch)
Yet these rappers on my dick like a school thot (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE, SSJ Daki & Both]
Drunk, hangin' out the window, yellin, "K-MOB"
All these dead rappers wanna chat like a seance (Let's go)
Uh, blonde bitch booted up like a Saiyan (Yeah, yeah)
Me and Daki in the 'Yo to show you what the Bay on (Brrt)
Rockin' Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada like I'm Kraeshawn
I stay on a hunnid like I claim, all these bitches wanna take on my swag
When the weights off, I leaf hurricane on these rappers, Kami crib what I train on
I wave on these cats, I'm finna put on a box (Yuh)
Go and cough the gualla up if you don't wanna get shot (Yuh)
I'll Molly-whop a rapper out his socks, now they on Depop (Yuh)
What BROKIE drop, it got 'em shocked, like, "How she do it? I'm lost" (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I'm gettin' my gualla in, my stock, it rocket up to the top (Yuh)
I'm ready to box if rappers wanna, but they prolly do not (Yuh)
I'm ready to profit, I ain't finna f*ck ya thot, she a bop (Yuh)
I'm sippin' on Châteauneuf-du-Pape, I'm talkin' Remy Ferbas, bitch (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 3: SSJ Daki & ISSBROKIE]
Y-y-yeah, born for this
I'm on my grind, but all these niggas, they just born to bitch (What? What? What?)
Yeah, gettin' money, green ball like I just scored a swish (What?)
Yeah, I been cookin' every beat like I got more to dish (What? What?)
Chinchilla on my coat so I don't freeze down (Freeze down)
I'm a sick sinner, I got baby on her knees now (On her knees now)
Every piece glimmer got me shinin' like a tree crown (Like a tree crown)
Givin' out these shots, tell that p*ssy, "Catch a rebound" (Yeah)
Ayy, look
f*ck yo' startin' five, I got the MOB with me, huh (Okay)
We ball off and on the court, I may just drop fifty (Yeah, okay)
Had to block you on the 'Gram 'cause what you drop shitty (Uh, bleh)
But I may f*ck this new ho because her gloss pretty, yuh (Yeah, bitch)
Neck-stepper, nigga, I don't give pity, huh (Oh, yuh)
Bench press her up and down, go on the dick silly (Oh, yuh)
Hunnid K ain't enough, I'm goin' out wit' ten milli' (Oh, yuh)
Tell the whole city, "Turn it up and come and get wit' me" (Oh, oh)
[Verse 4: ISSBROKIE, SSJ Daki & Both]
Yeah, lil' bitch, keep talkin', you'll get wiped down
Twitter talkin', but they not as rich, tell 'em, "Pipe down" (Brrt, brrt)
I could buy yo' like with the shit up on my iCloud (Wait, what?)
f*ck I'm lookin' like appeasin' dummies I don't like now? Stupid
Shut yo' ass up, bitch, sybau (Ha-ha)
Never gave a f*ck about a bitch, not at my house (No way)
Keep talkin' on the gang, you'll get lied down
Hash Slinging Slasher, I'ma turn a bitch light out
Beatin' her back, I clap that ass the way she want
I'm geekin' off pack, I pass it up, she pass it back, I smoke the joint
I'm writin', and all the fans attract, they readin' the verse in every font
That's every track, back to back
Ya bitch want crack, I'm nonchalant
I really be cracked wit' writin' these raps, I need it too bad, I'm a rap savant
I got all the swag, my fit got 'em mad, I'm really a saint wit' stacked Laurent
BROKIE on top, they don't wanna box, I'm really that bitch, it's all I flaunt
Tell 'em get they raps up, catch up, get them backup to get like they aunt, it's BROKIE