I p*ss MONSTER ENERGY! lyrics

[Intro]
Hello, class (Hey, BROKIE)
Alright, today I want you to say
"b*tch, it's young BROKIE, I f*ck on your b*tch," go ahead
(b*tch, it's young BROKIE, I f*ck on your b*tch)
Very good, very good

[Verse 1]
Wo-wo—, woke up, everybody b*tchin', feel like Jen (I feel like Jen, dude)
S-smoke-smoke up until I cannot hit on my pen, uh
Whippin'-whippin' in the Benz, uh
I tell that b*tch, "Shut it," 'cause we nothin' more than friends, uh
Gucci-Gucci on my lens, uh, smokin' in the Wraith, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm with your sl*t, got her pus*y in my face, uh
I got, like, 2K, that sh*t in my safe, uh (Yuh, what?)
You is a waste, so, please get up out my space (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot), uh

[Bridge]
You is a lame, get up out my place, uh (Uh)
b*tch, I got the UZI, make it sing, it sound like Drakе (Bah, bah, bah)
b*tch, I—, b*tch, I'm so humble 'til I'm goin' for the take
I—, I-I ain't rеally f*ckin' wit' these rappers, they some snakes (Okay), okay, okay

[Verse 2]
Runnin' down yo' block with a boom
b*tch, I'm-b*tch, I'm 'boutta blow up out the roof
b*tch-b*tch-b*tch, I got a tool
B—, b*tch, I got a Glock, it go pew-pew
Whippin' in the foreign with no roof, uh
I just-I just played a f*ckboy in Yu-Gi-Oh, and I just kicked his ass (Ass)
Her lips-her lips on my semen until that b*tch leave with a 'stache (Yuh)
Her lips on my weenie until I'm lickin' on her ass (Yo)
Her lips on my weenie, and I ain't even have to ask, huh
I'm up on this b*tch like a doctor, I'ma f*ck his father
Then I put my di*k up in his daughter
That b*tch drinkin' on my p*ss like it's Monster (What?)
Now she got heartburn, BROKIE way too fruity (Okay), no Starburst
That b*tch tryna f*ck, I told her, "Thank you for the offer"
That boy talkin' sh*t, I threw that f*ckboy in a locker (Okay)
That boy tryna buck? (Okay) man, I thought that he was smarter, uh (Yuh)
Hop up out the shower, and I'm still covered in water
That's diamonds, me and the homies, we straight climbin' (Yes)
I'ma f*ck his b*tch, nah, I don't care about the timin'
Triflin', b*tch up on my di*k because I'm rhymin'
My di*k in her pus*y, become binded
I-I-I'ma break her hymen, that b*tch not a virgin, though
I'm whippin' in the suburbs, ain't a mo'f*ckin' suburban, though
I-I-I came with suburban flow, b*tch, I'm a cracker
I just f*cked that boy until that pus*y b*tch back hurt
[Outro]
That boy is a faggot, he don't need Morning-Afters (What?)
Industry Baby, that sh*t a slapper (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
If she talkin' sh*t on Chris Brown, I'ma smack her (Okay)
I just heard yo' music, and I've never heard sh*t wacker (Yuh)
That b*tch talkin' sh*t, so I pack her, like, b*tch, yo' triflin' ass
Get yo'—, hahaha
Oh, f*ck, alright, haha, I'll actually leave now
Sorry, I had to just bar out for a second
ISSBROKIE