WHERE MY MELODIES AT!? lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yo, I just wanted to say a quick but important thing before I start
(Don't shoot!)
You ain't sh*t, you'll never be sh*t
And I'll always be better than you, hehe
Anyway (Yuh)
Ahem, listen to this

[Verse 1]
Do you deserve this crown, huh?
Do you deserve this mansion or this house, huh?
C-C-Can you sit by yourself and be proud of yo' work?
Get the f*ck up out my DM, b*tch, we not finna work
I don't wanna be around you or your suitcase of dirt, pus*y
Please, if you wanna stay ridin' deez
I suggest that you get down on yo' knees
Maybe squeeze on my nutsack
I ain't finna diss you, I won't buss back
Not even a rapper goin' home and take the bus back 'cause f*ck rap
C-C-Can I even spit sh*t without being corny?
'Cause if you try to be like someone else, you're seen as boring (You are)
All these rappers sound like someone else, they see me snorin' (Ahh)
And can these rappers talk to minors without bein' horny?
Like, how you finna be a rapper? You ain't seen a .40
You creepy, touchin' lil' babies, you ain't bein' quirky
You see that yappa on my hip, you finna meet reporters
So many opp packs on my house, now I look like a hoarder
So many opp packs on the table, that sh*t tippin' over
Got so much loud pack in my studi', stank face at the odor
This credit hurtin', that boy stay fixed at the f*ckin' order
My tires skirtin', all my homies stay face at the motor
They tell me all my tracks are fire, swear I ain't been colder
I'm in the studi' smokin' gas, that's why I ain't been sober (Yeah)
I'm walkin' up inside yo' crib, look like a supernova (Yeah)
I'm blowin' up inside this b*tch, yeah, this sh*t far from over
[Interlude]
(Ahem)
Hello, this is Clout Customer Service, how may I help you?
Hey, uh, I just wanted to check if I'm still clouted?
Yeah, lemme just check the logs real quick
Hmm, ISSBROKIE
Oh, wow, you have a lot of clout actually
You're not gonna be falling off anytime soon, miss
Heh, oh, well, yeah, I know—, I'm the f*ckin' goat

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Ayy, (huh)
Shoutout my boyfriend, that boy is a baddie
He better than you, I ain't slidin' no addy
Might f*ck him and dip to go hang out with Sandy
In fact, I be flippin' a pack like a patty
Yo' b*tch wanna f*ck, I'ma ghost her like Danny
She won't suck me off, I'ma f*ck through the panties
Hit her from the back, I'ma hit her while standin'
Hit her from the back 'til that b*tch is not standin'
I-I whip out my di*k and she call it outstandin'
But BROKIE be feminine, b*tch got me pendin'
Yo, my di*k is feminine, b*tch, I'm not manly
I stay with some demons like Billy or Mandy
I'm really a demon, I put that on family
I stay in a mask like I'm askin' for candy
I stay in a mask all the time, it's uncanny
I stay wit' a MAC, you know I be blowin'
My diamonds are so shiny while I'm recordin'
Lil' b*tch, it's young BROKIE, you know that's the slogan
My b*tch is a doll, SuperMarioLogan
I'm cookin' sh*t up in the stu' like Chef Pee Pee
I feel like a chef, but I cook with my peepee
My diamonds is shinin' on me 'cus they ViVi
I make him come ASAP, feel like RiRi
I'm done with that gay sh*t
No, you cannot get a placement
Sike, I ain't done wit' the gay sh*t
BROKIE be sprayin' all up on yo' mans
He makin' me scream, I might go super saiyan (Ahh!)
f*ckin' that b*tch with a Glock in my hand
Yo' b*tch want a pic of me signin' her tits, she a fan
I might walk up to yo' b*tch again
This time I ain't playin', she lookin' like, "Damn, damn, you fine"
[PART III]

[Interlude]
(Shut the f*ck up, you stupid b*tch, you smell like cheese)
This is the last beat switch I promise
(I'm f*cking never doing another no-melody song ever in my life)
(This sh*t f*cking sucks)
Yeah, (f*ck you, Xarry), yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Shout-out to Xarry, I'm livin' like Larry
I'm stormin' the castle, I feel like Die Perry
Might hop on yo' track and just carry
I might put some blood on his body like Carrie
M-Mask on my face, kinda look like Jim Carrey
I'ma knock a brotha out, One Punch like Aries
I'ma hit him in the jaw, his water I carry
Walk into his crib, gotta C-2 for this
Ayy, let's go
I'ma run up on that boy I feel like Jes
I wanna fade him in the chest
I'm gonna make it from the back, then I'ma rob him
Yeah, I was waitin' for the bag that I was takin'
Finna run up with a blade and grab a K out the muhf*ckin' back, b*tch
I'm finna run it, b*tch
Take all yo' riches, I'm takin' your drip and yo' muhf*ckin' cabbage
I'm finna cuddle yo' b*tch, she wan' suck on my di*k 'cause she know I'm the muhf*ckin' baddest
Wait-wait, wait-wait, wait-wait, huh
I'm finna wake up, get my ass ate
Get my haircut, need some champagne
Need a buff boy, make my back break
Good luck, boy, you ain't gettin' the digits
I'd rather be f*ckin' a retarded midget
I keep me a Glock, I'ma aim at yo' feet
Up-Up-Up in San Fran' doin' shows in the city
It's KARMAMØB sh*t, you know we the committee
Wake up in the mornin', I feel like P. Diddy
You think you the G.O.A.T, but I already did it
And I'm already goated, yo' music too sh*tty
Yeah, I'm really the GOAT and I really be rich
I might keep it afloat, I ain't textin' the b*tch
I'ma put it on go, she gon' drive to the crib
Little b*tch, it's young BROKIE, might f*ck on yo' b*tch
BROKIE
[Outro]
"I- I miss the old BROKIE, this new BROKIE f*ckin' fell off, dude"
"Like, b- v- BROKIE doesn't even do no melodies anymore, bro, like"
"When are you gonna join Spider Gang, bro?"