Issbrokie Judy! Lyrics

[Chorus]
Trappin' out the studi', bitch I'm makin' big bucks (Big bucks)
Big Booty Judy hit my line, tryna f*ck (Bitch)
Yo' bitch got cooties, that ho prolly give it up (Eugh)
“BROKIE too fruity”, bitch, shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
That bitch thought she knew me 'til I rearranged her guts (On God)
Two XL pants, I can't get 'em past my butt
Do a ho like Sans if you f*ckin' with my bruh
I got ten big bands, I can barely hold 'em up (Barely hold 'em up)

[Verse 1]
Yo' S— yo' S-O a fan, why yo' exes showin' love?
She want me to hit it, I'm like “Baby, I don't f*ck
Stay loyal to your man, baby, you can get a hug” (Chill)
Then we went back to my place and yo' main bitch gimme suck (Oka— okay)
Too much purple in this sty-sty-sty—
Ugh, one more time (Blegh)
Too much purple in this styrofoam cup
Heard he talkin shit, why the f*ck he dap me up? (Like, why?)
Weird-ass online lames mad I'm up (Eugh)
My bitch always trainin', feel like Chi-Chi, way he piss me off
He grab on my chi-chis, beat the back up, he can't get me off (Yeah, yuh) Titties really pretty small, I'm stuntin' in a little top
Japanese hoes blushin' 'cause I f*ck with city pop (Yeah)
Really make a milli' off of silly shit n' singin' pop
Brodie talkin shit on my committee, get him— get him knocked (Brrt)
All these hoes love it when I drop, I'm a pretty thot
You be with the cops or them rappers at the Diddy spots (Ew!)
[Chorus]
Trappin' out the studi', bitch I'm makin' big bucks (Big bucks)
Big Booty Judy hit my line, tryna f*ck (Bitch)
Yo' bitch got cooties, that ho prolly give it up (Eugh)
“BROKIE too fruity”, bitch, shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
Trappin' out the studi', bitch I'm makin' big bucks (Big bucks)
Big Booty Judy hit my line, tryna f*ck (Bitch)
Yo' bitch got cooties, that ho prolly give it up (Like, ew!)
“BROKIE too fruity”, bitch, shut the f*ck up (ISSBROKIE!)

[Outro]
Bitch, fah, fah-fah-fah-fah
Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm geeked off a f*ckin' Monday