FUGGIT 10 MINUTE SONG! lyrics

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
(Legalize nuclear bombs)
(KARMAMØ-Ø-Ø—) (Bombs)
Ayy, ahem, yeah, yeah (Bo—, b—)
(Spider Gang) (Bo—, bombs)

[Part I]

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
b*tch boy, I'm thick again, I up that stick again, I let it rip
Back at sis again, he talkin' slick again, that typa sh*t
Made me sick again, made me hit licks again, I can't go back
Not bein' rich again, I need that blick again, boy, that rat
Look like Bakugan the way I'm flippin' sh*t, lil' bro, they strapped
Yell like Bakugo, that nitroglycerin inside my gat
b*tch wan' f*ck me, say I look magnificent, she f*ck the pack
KARMA clickin', b*tch, we 'bout that wickedness, my titties flat
But my di*k is big, my ass Brazilian and yo' b*tch on sat
Actin' innocent, I'll f*ck then dip again, no, you won't tap
If you think you in it, you an idiot, I'm in the trap
Makin' hits again, ain't nothing different, lil' b*tch

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, b*tch, yeah
Talkin' sh*t again, I thought he was my friend, I guess he not
Pull up on the block, I up thе Glock and knock him out his socks
I don't really give a f*ck about my enеmies and opps
You do not need to be rappin', b*tch, you might as well just stop
Me and BROKIE flippin' packs and stackin' bread like Pringle chips
Got the thickest b*tch on me, we bumpin' Oldies in the whip
You just mad that when you rap, nobody give a single sh*t (Ha)
When I drop it, that sh*t heat, you drop it like it's off a cliff
Down bad, how you in the studio and all yo' music sound bad?
We gon' make a million dollars rappin' in the Bandlab (Yuh)
I'ma call up KARMAMØB and get yo' f*ckin' mans stabbed
With my Spiders overseas on another landmass
(Yeah, my Spiders overseas on another landmass)
[Part II]

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
You could dre—, you could dre—, you could dre—
You could dress like you rich, but we know you broke inside
Everybody crashin' out, these rappers don't know how to drive
On yo' phone fo' like nine hours every day, b*tch, go outside
Rappers pour a four and almost died, should've poured a five
Relapse, go to rehab
People think it's cool to be a piece of sh*t, I see that
Postin' every day for validation 'cause you need that
Beggin' for attention, ain't that sh*t hurtin' yo' kneecaps?
Beggin' for attention, yeah, that hatin' sh*t contagious
Spreadin' like it's syphilis
Everyday the same sh*t, you movin' just like Sisyphus
Push it, push it, you mistakin' harmony and dissonance
Metamorphosis, it's time to pop outta the chrysalis
Tryna eat the caterpillar, b*tch, I turn the butterfly
They act like I'm stupid, yeah, I know you are, but what am I?
Only thing that's worse than wastin' all yo' time is wastin' mine
Go and get yo' bread, mothaf*cker, why you chasin' mine?
Actin' like a poppa wit' yo' hand out, you are water ride
You cannot take none of this sh*t wit' you when yo' ass die
Do not hit my line with that whining, acting asinine
Baby mothaf*cker, you could cry, you get pacified
You the typa MC that all my n*ggas satirize
You could stomach bullsh*t that homie don't metabolize
Tryna live a lifestyle that rockstars romanticize
Pop a perc and go to sleep, n*gga, you can fantasize
[Verse 4: ISSBROKIE]
Yeah, yuh, why you talkin' like a God? You are not
Me and Darkie in the spot with a car-sized Glock
b*tch, I crash out, I'm not distraught, you are none of the opps
BB belt across my c*ck, rhinestones, real rocks
IPhone full of guap, I can't care about no cops
If yo' bro on my block, then he gon' stare down that gat
Say he roll with a chop, cool, I bear mine a lot
I don't wanna hear you talk, b*tch, yo' hairline is chopped
Bald shawty got no cash around my body, only credit
Don't mean brokie money, I mean writer's money, when I said it
Me and Karma function, come and f*ck with us, we take yo' debit
Bend yo' b*tch, she unprotected, b*tch, I'm eating up they lettuce like I'm losin' weight
Only losin' fakes, no mistakes
Born an accident, but happy like I'm Bob Ross in the paint
Shout out Jay, shout out $oulbomb, that's the homie from the gang
b*tch, I'm rich as f*ck, the sculpture of my face is on my gate
Most the underground, they hate me on my page, and masturbate
I don't blame 'em, I just wish that they would mean the sh*t they say
Hardest tranny out the Bay, we get money every day
Except for the days we don't, sike, lil' b*tch, we gettin' paid
JK, JK, b*tch, I'm broke, matter of fact it's in the name
I'm the hardest b*tch alive, been that way since second grade
b*tch, I slap you with the .9, put yo' canine in a grave
Yo' b*tch— Yo' b*tch barkin' on my line, that lil' b*tch cannot be saved
(That's a really f*cked up line)
[Part III]

[Interlude: ISSBROKIE]
Yeah, yeuh, yuh
(Fony Wallace biatch)
New York city, listen to me
If you're near a convenience store right now, any type of 24-hour storeGo into the store right now and put your hand in the cash register for no reason
(Doomshop, motherf*cker)

[Verse 5: ISSBROKIE]
Lil' rat like Dot, b*tch, I do not stop
I got, like, two albums in my stock, why y'all do not drop?
Every single song I got a bop, b*tch, I do not flop
Heard you droppin' merch up on yo' shop, that we do not cop
You the type to let us f*ck yo' b*tch, while you sit and watch
You the type to sh*t yourself in awe at the sh*t I got
Scream rappers hate me 'cause I'm hot, they be on my c*ck
Like they b*tches pop out every stop, just to give us top
Rapper talk on me then he get dropped, from his label, brah
So much water on me, b*tch, the droplets be fallin' off
All these rappers droppin' mid sh*t, that's why they fallin' off
That's why you still sellin' old merch on yo' Depop
That's why you still sellin' old shirts you and me dropped
That's why you still tellin' yo' homies that you need guap
f*ck a Top G, tell yo' b*tch to give a G top
Payin' fifty bucks for Discord, bruh, you need God, seek Jah

[Verse 6: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, hurtin' for some money, mad, 'cause they givin' me some bread
I be workin' hard, makin' moves, while you sleep in bed
Rappers poppin' pills, like some idiots that end up dead
b*tch, you ain't ahead of me, yo' b*tch wanna give me some head
Why you sellin' reposts? b*tch, it's 2024
20 shows sold out and I still got, like, 20 more
Hate on this sh*t all you want, yo' favorite rapper love me more
Than dummies leavin' comments on voice chat on Discord
Rappers get on stage and you can't even tell what they're sayin'
That's how you can tell an MC from someone cosplayin' (Yeah)
Shut the f*ck up, little b*tch, I am not playin'
If the show is whack, best believe I am not stayin' (Yeah)
Me and Brokie in the Uber, we just lit a joint
Do not waste my time, like I'm stabbing you, get to the point
I be eatin' Sweetwater wings when I'm in Detroit
I be eatin' barbecue at Smokey D's in Des Moines
I know why they hate on me, it must be 'cause they stuck at home, broke, actin' down bad
Someone needa get a red nose for yo' clown ass
Walkin' down the block, sippin' Mickey's out a brown bag
Walkin' with the chop and I turn him into Swiss cheese (Brrr)
Yeah, you are irrelevant, b*tch, please
Everything I do, yeah, you know I do it with ease
Turnin' up, like, every night in all these different cities (Yeah)

[Interlude: Lil Darkie]
Yo, I want you to know, if you heard that Discord sound effect and you actually checked Discord, then you should jump off a f*cking cliff (Heh, Darkie)

[Part IV]

[Verse 7: ISSBROKIE]
Wait, b*tch I—, b*tch I—, b*tch I flex like Queen Elizabeth
New tiara on my head, I be on my villain sh*t
Y'all be linkin' with the feds, all you rappers spillin' sh*t
Pack exotic, got me sped, I can't do arithmetic
You get stabbed in yo' head if you talk a little sh*t
All my raps been ahead, ever since a little kid
Hella racks in my bag, b*tch, I'm countin' dividends
Talk wrong and you dead, ain't jokin' a little bit
Geekin' off of the meds, I be poppin' Ritalin
My homegirl doin' meth, shawty always sniffin' sh*t
I want problems, I say bet, rip him out his whippit sh*t (Yuh)
The trap metal cast too angry for the sh*t I make
I'm tryna have a good day, get high and get paid
I don't want put no one in graves with sh*t that I say
But you should kill yourself if you think that I'm in your way
'Cause I ain't movin' out the game for none of you lames
Darkie just told me I'm the hardest b*tch outside the game
Big computer in my lair, I feel like I'm Lain
Yo' b*tch riding balls through the air, she lookin' like Aang
I got a really good relationship with Johnny Dang
If I had a penny, every chain, I'd fill up a lake
Rappin' KARMA, that's the name, 'cause none of 'em fake
Most you rappers folded for a b*tch that's still in a grade

[Verse 8: Lil Darkie]
Brokie said she wanna make a song, I said, "Make it 10 minutes"
My di*k very long, like the check, it got 10 digits
I might make a milly on the paper with my pen fidget
I remember droppin' songs and gettin', like, 10 listens
Ho, we up now, I just put my soul on the track, spill my guts out
You got weak bars, like a prison that can't hold sh*t
I feel like it doing laundry, how the choppa fold sh*t
And they told me they never seen the function get so lit
I would still be ballin' on you b*tch n*ggas with no di*k
If I was a b*tch, I just know I would be so thick
Carryin' the game, they see me, they say, "Bro is so ripped" (Heh)

[Interlude: ISSBROKIE & Lil Darkie]
Okay, Darkie, so, for this next—, for this next verse—
Yeah?
Let's uh, let's flex on them melodically
Okay, Brokie
Let's just sing on they ass, we lit
Yuh

[Part V]

[Verse 9: ISSBROKIE]
Yuh, yuh, yah, most these hoes, they be on my di*k
All these rappers mad that I ain't broke, they be on my di*k
Scandal make an oppa body fold, so it's on my stick
Matter of fact I got myself a pole, it's gon' f*ck yo' b*tch
She like that my di*k long, it's a row, it's like twenty inches
Most these rappers talk like they ain't hoes, but they really b*tches
Got no b*tches on my phone, you can't get my digits
Just 'cause I'm a girl, they think I'm a ho, no b*tch, I'm really with it
Just because I'm BROKIE don't mean broke, really, I got riches
All these groupies wanna take a pic, I'm like, "Shawty, listen
I ain't taking pictures with no groupie ho, get out my business"
But if she wan' suck up on this di*k, we gon' get to business
Yeah, woah, woah, I hit yo' b*tch in my show again
He got a problem, he not finna show again (Yeah)
He wanna fade, wanna go again, security kick him out in the cold again
Yuh, I get money mostly, you ain't ever gon' catch in on b*tch bein' broke again
f*cked on lil' bro's beat, but your music is garbage, don't come to my show again
How I'm sippin' Codeine, make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
I'm hitting that coke freeze 'til my nose bleed, I might f*ck around and overdose
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long (BROKIE)

[Verse 10: Lil Darkie]
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long, so I'ma keep quick
They don't wanna see us up, they don't wanna see us win, turn us into villains
But we goin' up so fast, my feet leavin' the ground, we breakin' the ceilin'
And we doin' so damn good, we got the opps so mad, b*tch, cry me a river
b*tch, I'm in your neighborhood, I do a sold out show then get sushi for dinner
Used to get so high, felt like I was gonna die
So when I told her I was sober, it made my mama cry
And I been killin' it with my gang, I do what I desire
I travel around the planet, workin' with people I admire
So I don't really give a f*ck what you think
They sayin' my name when I walk in the bank
You hop in a Honda and that sh*t your ride, I hop in the top of a motherf*ckin' tank
Rappers be under your di*k so much like they masturbate, then shoot in the blanket
Hop off my di*k, you ain't got permission, I want the love, all you do is hatin'
b*tch, I been hittin' the stage, back in the day the only thing I hit was a bong
And I really like it when shawty, her body look good when she wearing nothin' but a thong

[Outro: ISSBROKIE, Lil Darkie & Both]
How I'm sipping Codeine, make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
No, b*tch, we not homies, you don't know me, better come correct or I won't
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long