PEG! lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
(F-F-F-Fony wallace, b*tch)
(F-F-Fony, Fony Wallace, his tag is in the front)
His tag is cute, heh-heh
Yuh, yuh
(ISSBROKIE)
Ayy, yuh (Brokie, your music f*cking sucks)

[Verse 1]
'Boutta kickflip on these pus*y rappers like a skater (Yeah)
I'm 'boutta f*ck up all these rappers, b*tch, you look like Lil Slay
Yuh, if you actin' like a weirdo, I might have to get the K
I just might walk up to your mother house, and f*ck her midday
And, yes, young Brokie on the track, b*tch, you know I'm f*cking bait
Your b*tch got nothing on my ass, that b*tch know that I got cake
Yo' mama stay up in the telly 'cause she wants her spine to break
I put my di*k up her belly, and she sayin' she can't take it
Yuh, I'm reppin' Housеcat, b*tch, you know we finna make it
b*tch, I be looking likе a calendar the way that I be datin'
Yeah, that line was hella corny, I just need to say I'm taken
Because all these Insta b*tches hit me up to leave them shakin'
Givin' me the type of tension, got me wishin' I was faceless
b*tch, I'm sexy with a nice ass voice, I look like Brakence
Got a 2K jacket on my back, that I get payday
Got a Triple K belt upon my waist, it's looking racist
If he's talking sh*t, the chopper heat him up like some bacon
I'm surrounded in the ocean, b*tch, I'm looking like I'm Jamaican
I'ma go f*ck up on your daughter, then she eat up my creation
Your b*tch asked me how to f*ck me, so I gave her demonstrations
[Verse 2]
Yo-yo-yo, b*tch, peg me inside of my ass
Okay-okay, b*tch
Yo-yo-yo, b*tch, smokin' all up on my grass
Get out-get out, b*tch
You preventin' young Brokie from gettin' this cash
No, no, b*tch
b*tch, I wrote about this sh*t on couple new tracks
f*ck that b*tch
What a-what a b*tch callin' me a motherf*ckin' cracker
Yeah, I'm chillin' in my cowboy hat, lookin' dapper
Matter fact, I just wrote a couple bars up on my tractor
I just nutted in my cousin, now we need a Mournin' After (Brokie)

[Outro]
She'll probably f*ck you too, if you ask nicely