Issbrokie Up There! Lyrics

[Intro]
U—u-u-u-

[Pre-Chorus]
Why they count a bitch out? (Why they count a bitch out?)
Tryna dumb a bitch down (Tryna dumb a bitch down)
Tryna change my sound (Tryna change my sound)
Say I shouldn't be proud (Say I shouldn't be proud)
Bitch, I'm finna get loud (I'm finna get loud)
Gotta pound them, bitch, bounce (Pound them, bitch, bounce)
Finna walk a bitch out (Finna walk a bitch out)
Finna walk a bitch down (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lil' bitch who ain't banging no gun
In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what?
I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from
Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come
When I'm up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none
New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb
Man, I promise I'm a momma, you ain't rеally want none

[Verse]
When I'm up therе, up there, I let it burp, boy
Old town, Philly, anywhere I let it spurt, boy
G-walkin' bitch, two-steppin' out a BART, boy
You ain't get caught from me tryna make my art, boy
Ugh, get your own bag, get a start, boy
I don't know shit, but my music in the fur, boy
I was in the town sellin' fake cars, boy
You ain't done shit past sellin' fake carts, boy
Hot bitch, hot steak, got wrist, got cake
Hater hoes lockin' in the Pratt State, bitch, what?
Load him up like the f*ckin' guy
Spray locked in all day, on the go, get paid, bitch, what?
Bitch, couldn't walk a block in my J's
Walk a flock, I replayin' these beats by Jay, bitch, what? I ain't social with these twitter ass gays
With the way I hate faggots, people think that bitch straight, bitch, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Why they count a bitch out? (Why they count a bitch out?)
Tryna dumb a bitch down (Tryna dumb a bitch down)
Tryna change my sound (Tryna change my sound)
Say I shouldn't be proud (Say I shouldn't be proud)
Bitch, I'm finna get loud (Bitch, I'm finna get loud)
Gotta pound them, bitch, bounce (Gotta pound them, bitch, bounce)
Finna walk a bitch out (Finna walk a bitch out)
Finna walk a bitch down (Finna walk a bitch down)

[Chorus]
Yeah, lil' bitch who— bitch who— bitch who ain't banging no gun
In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what?
I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from
Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come
When I'm up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none
New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb
Man, I promise I'm a momma, I'm a momma, you ain't really one
Bitch who ain't banging no gun
In the two-tone, Caddy with my name on the front, bitch, what?
I done felt a lot of pain where I'm from
Broke bitch, but I promise that some change gon' come
When I'm up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
Bitch, I'd rather be unknown with a chain than have none
New hat, new hoodie, and the J's gone dumb
Man, I promise I'm a momma, you ain't really want none
When I'm up—