Issbrokie Arrite!
[Intro]
Man, this shit is f..cking– it got sold
(BROKIE, your music f..cking sucks)
[Chorus]
Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried
She get wet when I look in her eyes
When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah
Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs
Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry
Money fake, can't fake out the disguise
Type of shit that I hate and despise (Dammit)
[Verse]
Every fake with opinions, y'all popular
Photos my side bitch sent, kid, I got optimal colors
I'm sorry, on blood, can't be eyes with a poser
Your thot give me dome, she a popular throater (Dam-dammit)
Got chrome top of chrome, I got rocks on my choker
Got phones top of phones, I'm a popular loaner
Got gold on froze, but my diamonds got colder
She wanna know if I'm packin', I'ma show her
Damn, way I pound, make a chick suck it down
No lames where I'm at, now that shit start a round
New flicks in my house, I don't want people knowin' how I'm livin' right now
Too rich for a frown, shark teeth, gold grills on my crowns
Stick your main bitch down, make her limp through the town
They like, "BROKIE, why you talk about sex so much?"
Huh, it's the only thing I do
Beside droppin' checks, gettin' hundreds, gettin' blues
Your side bitch on my lap and your main bitch in my pool
Too fried for a check, got me talkin' like a fool
Runnin' it back again, shawty bust it, feelin' cool
Makin' the bed rock back and forth, yaba-daba-doo
Bitch, I'm skinnin' on this motherfuckin' beat, what it do?
With the KARMA' on my beats, swear to God, we the truth
Stickin' on yo asses, BROKIE in the booth
[Chorus]
Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried
She get wet when I look in her eyes
When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah
Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs
Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry
Money fake, can't fake out the disguise
Type of shit that I hate and despise (Dammit)
Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried
She get wet when I look in her eyes
When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah
Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs
Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry
Money fake, can't fake out the disguise
Type of shit that I hate and despise
[Outro]
Dam-dammit
Dam-d-d-d-dammit
