Issbrokie Duffy! Lyrics

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
(Yeah, hey)
(Woo-hoo)
(Hey)
Yeah (Woo-hoo)

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rollin' loud
Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds
Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns
They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the f*ckin' underground?"
All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around
Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
I met PINK, got a pink Glock, "Dink", that's a dead opp
Sink when his neck pop
Blood up on a shirt, nice stink, get a fed popped
I get Charlie Kirk from your bitch givin' neck top
[?] OD, [?]
Gas finna get by, tracks finna get droppеd
"S-W-A-G," on my head top
Down to these knees, I hatе gettin' wet, uh, what?

[Verse 2: PINKBLXXD & ISSBROKIE]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Remember back then, it was dick, you gotta paint
All my niggas rockin' out, while we makin' f*ckin' dracs
I'm always thinkin' 'bout the ass and never think about the face
I'm a p*ssy-ass lil nigga, that's ironic, but okay
Got the ounce in my bag while I'm headed out to Tampa
Damn, I'm tellin' on my myself, nigga, I do not know the answer
Yeah, me and BROKIE trollin' niggas all the way to Canada
Yeah, these niggas call me monkey, but I do not want the banana (PINK, what the f*ck?) Yeah, I'm a f*ckin' cat, I'm a lord
Nigga, you don't know my lore
But, I'm tappin' in for sure
Yeah, my nigga Zach is acting like he Mack, he's such a whore
Yeah, you hatin' on my ass, I got yo' bitch on all her fours, yeah
Nigga, I'm not fakemink, but I do it
Yeah, this beat is f*cking crazy, shteppi got me f*ckin' movin'
I got five bands in my Duffy, nigga, I'm a f*ckin' nuisance
Now I'm devastated 'cause I got the blood up on my Truett's
I apologize for bein' f*ckin' stupid
Niggas talkin' shit to me, but they don't they f*ckin' muted, damn
Yeah, you tryna start that beef, bitch I conclude it
I be all up in my room, lil nigga, I be so secluded
Why she stayin' in my crib and she stay four footed
It was fun at first, but I'm not really seekin' f*ckin' Cupid
I'm not dealin' wit' this bitch, I'm callin' BROKIE, get 'em booted
This my right-hand bitch, every bitch gon' get excluded, yeah
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rollin' loud
Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds
Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns
They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the f*ckin' underground?"
All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around
Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found (BROKIE)