Issbrokie I Don't Like U!
[Intro]
You're f..ckin' with the best
Lay down and die
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The sun on her wrist and the bag on her neck (Yeah, yeah)
ISSBROKIE, it's SWAGGOT! season, bitch (Huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
"BROKIE, why you talkin' to us rude?" I don't like you
"BROKIE, why you always in that mood?" I don't like you
"Why you stole my fanbase like you do?" I don't like you
"Why you always hatin' on my crew?" I don't like— like—
Okay, "BROKIE, why you always actin' mad?" I don't like you
"Why you makin' rappers 'round you sad?" I don't like you
"Why you always talk to me like that?" I don't like you
"Why you hate the underground so bad?" I don't like
[Verse]
Rappers tryna talk 'bout me when they don't know shit 'bout me
They just go what wit' headcanons up in they head, make them not feel like shit
Huh, then they gettin' butthurt, they the one I don't want blow up wit'
Yeah, it's been "Fuck they feelings," I don't give a f..ck 'less they uppin' that pole on bitch
I met too many weirdos to give handouts to you broke
Motherfuckers, want your hand held through this rap shit, bitch, I can't
I met too many hustlers, just want money 'cause they broke
Motherfucker, I could read you just like a book, just know I can
I know too many hoes tryna f..ck up on a rapper
'Cause they broke, they just want a little dough
Lil' ho, you can't
If you don't got my number, I don't f..ck wit' none you broke
Motherfuckers, get the f..ck up off my dick, get out my pants
[Chorus]
"Why you talkin' to us rude?" I don't like you
"BROKIE, why you always in that mood?" I don't like you
"Why you stole my fanbase like you do?" I don't like you
"Why you always hatin' on my crew?" I don't like— like—
Okay, "BROKIE, why you always actin' mad?" I don't like you
"Why you makin' rappers 'round you sad?" I don't like you
"Why you always talk to me like that?" I don't like you
"Why you hate the underground so bad?" I don't like
