I DO DIS DAILY! lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (What the f*ck?)
Yeah, yeah (What the f*ck is this intro?)
Yeah, yeah (This intro is crazy, not gonna lie)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (f*cking Christ)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Aw-yeah, aw-yeah

[Chorus]
I don't know-I don't know-I don't know why these rappers wan' talk on my name like I ain't makin' hits on the daily basis
They just mad that I make music, nobody playin'
And my jewelry drip like precipitation
Postin' nudes on my story, I got too faded
I'm that thick little chick that they not replacin' (Ayy)
I say, "f*ck social media," too much hatin'
While y'all busy with that, I'ma be the greatest
All these artists are cappin', these rappers fakin'
They don't really be strapped, they just wanna say it
BROKIE really be strapped with the heat and blade
I'm on yo' block wit' a chop, I'ma leave it vacant
Wendigo on the prod, I said evil placement
I can't f*ck wit' nobody that isn't famous
Can't f*ck wit' no broad who want me to save 'em
But if she won't give me top, I'm gon' be belated
[Verse]
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I came through wit' the red dot
It hit his head-top, he gettin' took off the list
Talkin' on me leave, yo' neck chopped
Then on my next stop, I'ma go get in his b*tch
We makin' movies like Redbox
Talk on the set wrong, we get you shot out yo' fit
Gang in yo' buildin' like spec ops, might get a fed popped
We cannot f*ck wit' a snitch
b*tch, I ain't the sh*t? Stop it
All my haters just talk to be talkin'
All my haters wan' beef 'cause I'm poppin'
In a couple of weeks, they wan' squash it
"Tryna shoot?" Only way I'm respondin'
'Cause I brought it, I get to choppin' (Oh, yeah)
After that, I'ma f*ck on yo' mom quick
That b*tch takin' my kids, they adopted

[Pre-Chorus]
Like, woah, lookin' in the mirror and it feels so good
Everybody wanna look like me, ayy (Look like me)
Buddy so shook by me all because I had a strap
"Ayy, what size are those, OG?" Ayy
I said that sh*t just to scare him, that sh*t worked
It made him pee (Why'd you scare him?)
Huh, really, I'm keepin' sh*t peak
Got he pack on my body, yo' b*tch like, "It reeks," ayy
Ayy, you ain't in the field you just talk on forums
That boy think he the opp, but my set adore him
I just hopped in the Lexus to buy a foreign
I’m that chick wit' a blade, now I feel like Corrin
We might kick in yo' door like we special forces
Got a K on my feet, these are special forces
Got a chop wit' a light, it's gon' metamorph' him
Run it back to the hook 'cause this sh*t is borin'
[Chorus]
I don't know why these rappers wan' talk on my name like I ain't makin' hits on the daily basis
They just mad that I make music, nobody playin'
And my jewelry drip like precipitation
Postin' nudes on my story, I got too faded
I'm that thick little chick that they not replacin' (Ayy)
I say, "f*ck social media," too much hatin'
While y'all busy with that, I'ma be the greatest
All these artists are cappin', these rappers fakin'
They don't really be strapped, they just wanna say it
BROKIE really be strapped with the heat and blade
I'm on yo' block wit' a chop, I'ma leave it vacant
Wendigo on the prod, I said evil placement
I can't f*ck wit' nobody that isn't famous
Can't f*ck wit' no broad who want me to save 'em
But if she won't give me top, I'm gon' be belated

[Outro]
ISSBROKIE
b*tch
Ayy-ayy, haha