Issbrokie Feenin! Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, I just got off my f*ckin' flight
I'm f*ckin' exhausted
Yeah, what? Yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
What? Okay, okay
Yeah, what?

[Chorus]
That bitch-that bitch wanna f*ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (Eugh)
Heard he talkin' shit on that chick, boy, you bent
If I-if I catch him at the bar, I'ma ask the opps where they been
If we lurkin' at the park, then my choppa singin' in the end
Bad lil' bitch wan' f*ck me, I told shawty we should just be friends
I can't f*ck with bitches, they too complicated, unlike men
Shawty all like, "Okay," then she hoppin' right back in my Benz
Rappers be pretendin', they be feenin' like it's fent-nt-nt
[Verse 1]
Rappers be pretentious like they hard, they can't be more wrong-ng-ng
Why you talkin' down on BROKIE? You sound like a moron
You's a weenie with the bread that you got, you's a corndo—
I'm only lookin' through your Twitter thread to look at porn, dawg

[Bridge]
I'm a horndog, my clip be as hard as my dick
My shit hard like a brick, I don't pass, I'm a brick-brick
f*ck that lil' bitch, double cup what I sip-sip
Why you actin' hard like you 'bou-'bou-'bou—
Okay

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm that trans chick, so I always keep it tucked, ayy
If we fightin', I'm gon' shoot, I don't be runnin' ones, ayy
Don't get in my mentions talkin' 'less you tryna talk 'bout funds KARMAMØB the set, we climbin' higher tryna reach the su-u-u—
You still gon' be ass at fifty when I have a son
That boy prolly rap better than you at the age of one-one
Yeah, it turns out sniffin' on that angel dust, ayy
Rappers soundin' more like a booty than my anal does, ayy
Got a round ass, that shit soundin' like a coochie, ayy
"Uh, BROKIE, you do not pass," boy, you soundin' goofy, ayy
Haters on my dick, they lookin' like some f*ckin' groupies, ayy
Check my f*ckin' phone, oh, that's yo' bitch sendin' nudies, ayy
[Pre-Chorus]
f*ck a grown man, that boy look like Young Nudy, ayy
That lil' bitch wan' f*ck my booty like that shit, her doody, ayy
f*ck it, sin no more, let's go make a movie, ayy
Then I realize that's yo' bitch, eugh, she got cooties, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch wanna f*ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (Eugh)
Heard he talkin' shit on that chick, boy, you got me bent
If I-if I catch him at the bar, I'ma ask the opps where they been
If we lurkin' at the park, then my choppa singin' in the end
Bad lil' bitch wan' f*ck me, I told shawty we should just be friends
I can't f*ck with bitches, they too complicated, unlike men
Shawty all like, "Okay," then she hoppin' right back in my Benz
Rappers be pretendin', they be feenin' like it's fent-nt-nt

[Outro]
I remember my first Xanax