C WUT I B! lyrics

[Intro]
Every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a check
Every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a ch—
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[Chorus]
Yeah, every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a check
Every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a check

[Verse 1]
f*ckboy, get a check, what?
I got icy Vivienne Westwood and it's on my neck
If a lil' f*ckboy really wan' talk, he gettin' hit with this TEC (Grrah)
Slap a lil' b*tch, I don't do dance, I'm only tryna get that neck
[Bridge]
I told 'em, "f*ck yo' label," I don't want no money that I can't spend, b*tch
I only want bands that buy me Gucci, Prada, New Patek, what?
I only want bands that buy Buggatis, 'Raris, and a new Benz, what?
I only want bands that buy me shawties, had them before the bank came in

[Verse 2]
My di*k in that b*tch she gon' give me that slop
f*ck all of these rappers, be talkin' a lot
f*ck all these yappers, be talkin' the talk
Don't got enough, [?] I'm walking the walk
Too many, extensions my Glock got a Glock
Talkin' lil' shawty, the yapper gon' pop
Talkin' lil' shawty, the opper gon' drop
When I pull out the opper stopper gettin' rocked
BROKIE killin' these beats, I got too many bands
Too many haters, won't get in my bra
All on my di*k, my meat in they jaw
I just cop me a zip, I do that a lot
I swear to God, it's a hit whenever I drop
BROKIE gon' f*ck on yo' b*tch, I'm gettin' yo' thot
No, I don't f*ck with pigs, I don't f*ck with cops
I'm a bad lil' chick, I'm croppin' the top
I'm a thick lil' b*tch, it shake when I walk
I hop in the 'Rari, I'm droppin' the top
No, I don't own a 'Rari, I'm cappin' a lot
But this sh*t isn't cap, I might f*ck on yo' bra
When I'm off the X, I feel like god
Young BROKIE too cracked, like I'm using mods
Sellin' the crack, I'm sellin' that rock
But now I got bands, I'm flyin' a lot
Lowkey might fly out to Austin, the crib with the mob
[Chorus]
Every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a check
Every time they see what I be, I know they upset
Every time they speak, I get green, I'm like, "What is it?"
I been gettin' cheese, R-A-T, but I don't f*ck with fans
That's why they all be in my comments, f*ckboy, get a check (ISSBROKIE)