TRAP! lyrics

[Intro: ISSBROKIE, producer tag]
Hey, it's me Brokie (Hello!)
Today, I'm gonna teach you how to be a upstanding citizen
(Like me!)
And a true gentlemen, if you will (House c-cat)
(Buck, should I get it?)
Yeah, I don't f*ckin' know

[Verse]
b*tch, get off of my di*k for a feature
f*ckin' that b*tch like a mof*ckin' creature, uh
She sayin' make it go deeper
She givin' me brain like a mof*ckin' teacher, uh
She don't give a f*ck about how I treat her
No, no, no, no, lil b*tch I won't keep her, uh
I'm poundin' decks on my teacher
Brokie be pullin' out just like a creeper, uh
I stay gettin' all of these women
You datin' a weird b*tch, why is she hissin'?
On all of these checks where I'm p*ssin'
On a rapper's head where I be sh*ttin'
Tuxedo on when I'm in the studio
Brokie dressin' more fly than a pigeon, huh
Man, look at this money, I swim in
You don't get money b*tch, why is you gibbin'
[Verse 2]
I'm in the studio, that's where I be livin'
Your music be soundin' like [?]
b*tch, you're so low, you be soundin' like a midget
b*tch, oh my God, I ain't talkin' 'bout [?]
I go to Utah, ain't talkin' 'bout [?]
I just smoked weed, lil b*tch, I gotta pitch it
Hewidouosee with the mothaf*ckin' stick, b*tch
f*ckin' that b*tch, afheisce shefua birt, b*tch
Might c*m in yo' sh*t, then I hit me a lick, b*tch
Shoutout to house cat, you know we all misfits
b*tch is young Brokie, I'm built so different
I give her di*k until she be limpin'
I got the juice, b*tch, I got six in
b*tch is young Brokie, I probably be [?]
b*tch got a horseface, I gotta fix it
b*tch, get out of the stu', I'm recording, huh, yuh
I cannot f*ck with these rappers, they all boring, huh, yuh
They all doing the same sh*t, it got me snoring, huh, yuh
b*tch is young Brokie, you know I be whippin' inside of that foreign
Drawn to that paper, I feel like I'm lacid
None of these rappers be gettin' no action
Hump on yo' b*tch and she tryin' to tap, b*tch
I cannot f*ck with her, she got me flaccid
Brokie!
[Verse 3]
Heh, heh
You really thought I was gone but I'm back b*tch!
I cannot f*ck with your music, you trash, b*tch
I cannot f*ck with your music, you wack, b*tch
I f*cked on yo' b*tch and her head game is average
b*tch it's young Brokie, you know I be savage
[?] the gun, you will not catch me lackin'
b*tch, you know I got my papers stacking
b*tch, you know my di*k stay in faggots (?)
I f*cked on yo' b*tch and her head game is average
[?]
I got a di*k and I ain't talkin' 'bout no con, b*tch
I got a stick and I ain't talkin' 'bout no fundin'
No, you were never my homie, you fakin'
I do not think I've ever been this basic
I am a trap, lil b*tch, you got baited
I'm in the studio, that's where I be stayin'
ISSBROKIE!

[Outro]
I think this is actually like, the most basic I have like, ever been on a song
(Yeah this sh*t was trash)
Like I said "b*tch is young Brokie, I f*ck on your b*tch" probably 16 times in this entire thing
Uh, Brokie fell off, you fell off, you f*ckin' fell off
Ughhh...