Issbrokie Feenin!
[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
Fuck 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]
Fuck a grown man, that boy look like Young Nudy, ayy
That lil' bitch wan' f..ck my booty like that shit, her doody, ayy
Fuck 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
