5'11! lyrics

[Intro]
Brokie, your music f*cking sucks

[Verse 1]
I'm that 5'11 b*tch, make yo' main chick insecure
Hit you with a verse if that day I'm feelin' immature
Rappers don't like me, then tell they ass to get it first
I bet it burn, I'm the type to make you get insured
All around Cali', right now I'm in the 'burbs
I been 'round the places where I'm welcome or they call me slurs
You get pursued if you assume or sued you've had it worse
Get it, sir, if you got a problem turn you to some merch

[Verse 2]
Sativa got me uppity, shawty got a di*k, but the b*tches all f*ck with me
Most the time girly, but I still got some bruh in me
Nah I ain't crippin', but I still got some cuh in me
Too many people that I knew is still f*ck with me
Then made a couple gangbangers knew not to f*ck with me
Old dad had me with the blues, living luxury
Mama in the hood, but she still got the custody
Bad b*tch, runnin' from the blues, knew I'd get away
Cookin' for myself, good food, do it to this day
Real talk, nothing else to lose, I say "f*ck it, great"
Nah I'm not, runnin' from the blue, that's what I get paid
Shoutout Couch, he done helped me cope through all my older ways
Alright, Kendrick blastin' Bluetooth on my grave
Shoutout K-MØB, that's the crew, put it on the gauge
Shawty thick, she like
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Uh, shawty thick, she like getting used, put it on my face
I don't mean the coochie, girl, the di*k got me bendin' cake
Pockets fat, three big green super mega frames
I don't carry cash, that's for people, I am not a bank
f*ck that ghetto sh*t, I been past that
Got the last laugh when I started makin' mad cash
Ass fat, b*tch blowin' up like, mmm, nah
That bar was lazy TBH, my man would bag that
Like he the bomb, but he also got a mad stash
A fat stash, probably bigger than his last ass
A crackjack's been doin' it since the crack o' jack
(Hahaha, I don't even know what that means)

[Bridge]
Look
I slap tracks, I do this sh*t almost back to back
I ain't the cracker that been cornballin' rappin' facts
I'm in the masterclass, a rapper that be actin' fast
I'm never lackin', b*tch I— b*tch I—

[Outro]
I'm that 5'11 b*tch, make yo' main chick insecure
Hit you with a verse if that day I'm feelin' immature
Rappers don't like me, then tell they ass to get it first
I bet it burn, I'm the type to make you get insured
All around Cali', right now I'm in the 'burbs
I been 'round the places where I'm welcome or they call me slurs
You get pursued if you assume or sued you've had it worse
Get it, sir, if you got a problem turn you to some merch
Or turn you to a verse
b*tch
(IS-ISSBRO-O-O-O-O—)