Issbrokie Duffy! (feat. Pinkblxxd)
[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 pussy-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)
