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[Intro: FLVD4K]
sh*t y'all
Ah sh*t
Ay, ay

[Verse 1: FLVD4K]
Yo
I still got it if you need the weed
All my n*ggas 'bouta profit tryna feed the team
Baby go crazy with the neck I had to feed her meat
And if she put that pus*y on me then them cheeks is beat
I ain't tryna pipe you n*ggas beats n*ggas beats is weak
I ain't tryna buy your beats quit dming me
Need a deposit for the feat so have the bread ready
24-hour turn around send the rest to me
Yo, my n*ggas know to bring the profit in
Slap your roll pockets on swole hippopotamus
Floody haven't noticed why the hoes pocket watch 'em
The suckas broke his jokes who you foolin' you are not the sh*t
The snakes where I be so I keep my back door closed
Those blicks stay with me I never leave without that po
My youngest train to squeeze they quick to go and tag a toe
We really [?] we quick to go and crack a dome

Ayy we a crack ya dome quick Nina Ross on me lil brodie got the fo nit
It's speaking on the crew so if we catch 'em then we on 'em
I gotta keep it cool the block hot like a sauna
Nina Ross on me Glizzy got the fo' fever
My ice bling bling if n*ggas reach they meet the reaper
I like yo chain you better pray that I don't see ya
Cuz it's a hater's stain in broad day typa season
I pop these pills to numb my pain
But out my anger in that pus*y so she feel the rage
The way a K to kick it make me feel like Johnny Cage
When I let it spray, play crazy you gon' make me go back to my younger ways
I was a grimy little n*gga in my younger days
But still ain' nothing change, the only difference is I'm chasing chicks and stacking pay
Only thing I'm trippin' 'bout is million stackin' in the bank
And that's on the gang
[Bridge: Sample]
Brothas out in the parking lot, selling bootleg music out the trunk of a rental
Must not be all that hot, my brother
I mean, if the record companies don't want it, why would I? (why would I?) (why would I?) (why would I?)

[Verse 2: 870Glizzy]
O-off that drank got me noddin' off
Off that sizzurp like I got a cough
Heat off with that Texas teak I earn like I'm playin' golf
Y-yeah I ain't the one to cross
(You gonna bite the dust?)
I'm in the field with my stick, lacrosse
Caught that boy stackin' we knockin' him off better sit down
Chopper gonna f*ck and got multiple rounds
Said he was standing on business I know he not like that
That n*gga ran from the gun sounds
Who you portray on the internet not you
Why can't you just keep it real?
Cappin' like you hit that hard and you in the field
Know when you aim it's a meal
Know when that when you chose for the steal
Choosin' this life at your own free will
Baggin' these n*ggas ain't thuggin' for real?
How would your momma feel?
Dirty boy I'm out the dirt
Move with a stain on my shirt
[?] last name rang bells
But I prevail, nothing can hold me back
Get or I'm spittin' crack on the track n*gga or I'm distributing not the pack
[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE]
Yeah
b*tch I'm in distribute when out these tracks
Your b*tch she bet her booty on a sack
Want me to hit that coochie from the back
You not the shooter you don't live that
You want a computer but you been [?]
Keep a big Mac like a b*tch fag
Get your waist snatched you won't spin back
Smoking big tac need a big bag just to fit that
Never zig zags only spliff rap tits where that di*k body miss match
Shawty big clappin' on a jet black
CUBIE is on the beat so I pick that
You rappers be spittin' that fake rhymes
Bust it off and I end up on Date Line
f*ck around with that strap broad day
CUBIE got the 808 rippin' through space time
Got a [?] when I f*ck on a gay twink
Hoe is broke and be f*ckin' on straight guys
More friendly than most y'all may think
But they hate me so they wanna make lies
Uh, about me
Making berries that's my bounty, uh
Your b*tch wanna f*ck for hours, uh
She was lost until she found me, uh
When I was down she was callin', uh
Now they wanna be around me, uh
Said they don't like how I'm soundin'
But they still copy it's astounding, uh
b*tch you cannot rap, uh
Only hot because you shouting, uh
Bought a shirt for a rack
Only wanna smash on outings, on god
BROKIE not ducking that b*tch only f*cking if shawty be up and instead she be suckin' for somethin' that starts with a D she won't get to my money
Have none of that sh*t I won't call her my honey
Yo on god that's my b*tch she gon bounce like a bunny
All over the hills b*tch I'm out with my buddies
I'm dropping them bricks big amount in my patch
Off a couple of zips
Through word of mouth out here most y'all snitch
They count me out just because I'm a chick till they down and out
And I'm still clutchin' a blade they respect me now
Cuz I upped in this sh*t like hand-me-downs
Boy this life do not fit you
Go live in the suburbs do some coke or some sh*t
Medipack yeah boy don't make me hit you
I know the fans just want more of this sh*t
It's BROKIE lil b*tch
[Outro: ISSBROKIE]
Yuh
Okay
Shoutout CUBIE, hehe