BLOOD BANK! lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Mom, say something at the beginning of this song)
What do you want me to say?
(Anything)
Anything
(Okay)
Shout-out to Moms (Ooh)
(I don't produce)
I've been working way too hard recently
I just gotta make some dumb sh*t (Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh)
With a lotta bass, (Yuh, yuh) like that
Yeah (Brokie, your music f*cking sucks)
Hey, hey, huh

[Verse 1]
How can these rappers (ooh) be stealin' my flow?
They be stealin' my jokes, don't Louis CK
How can these rappers be doing the most tryna get me to go?
Like, b*tch, go away (Yeah)
b*tch, it's young Brokie, got heat like a stove (What?)
If you need me, I'll be in the cut with a J, ayy
Rollin' in, smokin' them (Yeah) sh*ts, I be tucked in a b*tch in a booth (Yeah)
I don't know what to say
(What?) I carry heat in my waistband (Yeah)
(Ooh) I put the heat to his dome like a face tan (Doot-doot, brah)
pus*y talk sh*t, he won't turn on his facecam
He know I spit with a stick like a caveman
He know I'm smokin' on di*k like a gay man
I stay in the city, I'm out causin' mayhem
I beat on my chest like a motherf*ckin' ape-man
I stay blowin' up 'til I'm feeling like Baymax
[Bridge]
Ayy, okay, I'm f*ckin' a b*tch named, Uzaki (Ooh)
She like (Yeah) my Versace, designer on my body
I stay with a rocket then sleep on her knockers
'Cause my head on her ass (Doot-doot-doot), then I'm bouncin' up off it
I'm bouncin' up on him, my foreign, I hop in
And I hop in a booth, and you know I'm hip-hoppin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
They talk about genres, I'm talkin' like bunny
Like kirby2cool, that b*tch callin' me "Bunny"
That sh*t is too funny, you rappin', and still get no money
I keep me a Glock, have a b*tch tryna run that
Keep me an opp in the back of my truck (Yeah)
I ain't playin', I might pull up with the truck, I might shoot at his lungs
I'ma keep it a hunnid, I keep me a thot, and I keep me a sl*t to tuck (What?)
That boy talkin' sh*t, he gon' deep throat the blunderbuss (Yeah)
f*ck with us, KarmaMob sh*t (Yeah), but you know that you under us (Yeah)
(Yeah) b*tch, it's young (Yeah) Brokie, has money, I'm stackin' (Ayy)
None of these rappers be up in my bracket (Yeah)
Some of these rappers talk like they be 'bout it (Yeah)
All of these (Hey) rappers is actin' like faggots (Ayy)
If you talkin' sh*t, then we get to the packin' (Yeah)
And I'm f*ckin' his mom, long di*k in her backend
I head to our block for a minute, I'm back in
f*ck on her block, I'ma make me some rap sh*t
Literally, I just wanna make some rap sh*t
[Verse 3]
Bad-bad-bad b*tch wearing my di*k like a choker
That Jewish b*tch suck on my di*k, she don't care if it's kosher
Ex b*tch wanted some closure, I gave her some closure
She hit me up, nah, I just ghost her
b*tch, I want smoke like a stoner
Shout-out to that faggot boy, Closer, he wantin' that clout now
Comin' off dumb, like a clown now
I fill that faggot ass b*tch with a pow down (ISSBROKIE)

[Outro]
(I'm cleanin', bruh, I'm cleanin' it)
(I'm cleanin' it) yeah, clean my Jordans, you f*ckin' peasant (Yeh, what?) Heh-heh