BEATEMUP! lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, I'm recording this with my titties out right now (Why are they so small?!)
Just straight up (My ass fat tho)
In the stu'
No shirt, no bra
(Ay!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, okay
Walk on his block with my mo'f*ckin' fists out
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up that's how I'm living
Lil' b*tch I'm a chick but I'm built like a brick house
f*ck round and find out
Beat 'em up beat 'em in front of his shawty
She all on my di*k now
Indica-Indica what I been smokin'
I really be in the cut with a new stick now

[Verse]
Okay lil b*tch I'm a mo'f*ckin' bast*rd
I been abandoned so much I been dippin' on all of these rappers
Just tryna ride on a wave
Feel like every day I find out that my homies some actors
Except for the homies in karma
They real as me f*cking yo' mama
Need a morning after
I just been stacking my commas
Lil' b*tch I don't deal with the drama
All I hеar is laughter
While my racks gettin' biggеr
All these artists never touching a trigger
You only holdin' f*ckin' guns for a picture
That sh*t ain't real get the f*ck off of Twitter
f*ck the knife dangling by yo' finger
Boy on my life y'all more b*tch than a sister
I'm packin' rappers till my blunt gettin' thicker
Like got a light? Lemme take a lil' flicker
Turn off the light now I'm turnin' yo' b*tch to a sodomite
She eatin' di*k like it's dinner
You in my sights and now I'm, "Brokie the Ripper"
I really might just put that boy in a swisher
Boy my advice is you should mo'f*ckin quit
And put down the mic
Shoutout Hal and them
Shoutout to all my guys
Get the f*ck off yo' PC and go outside
b*tch I really ride
For the team
Di-Di-Dirty Glock and that sh*t got a beam
Curry shots he get hit with a three
You the cops, why you say you a G?
You really not, boy you really a meme
With yo' thot and she takin' the D
While I molly rock to the mo'f*ckin beat
I-S-S-B-R-O-K-I-E
M-U-D on the P-R-O-D
Fr-Fr-From the west but got fam' in the east
Digesting every track I'ma eat
Let her cook, b*tch I'm already heated
The venue booked, crowd look like a sea
Really wavy way I'm dripped to the feet
If you don't pay me you cannot get the feat
Tryna fade me then you gettin' defeated
I see it too, like the loops in my jeans
(2 C’s)
[Chorus]
Walk on his block with my mo'f*ckin' fists out
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up that's how I'm living
Lil' b*tch I'm a chick but I'm built like a brick house
f*ck round and find out
Beat 'em up beat 'em in front of his shawty
She all on my di*k now
Indica-Indica what I been smokin'
I really be in the cut with a new stick now (Ay, ay)

[Outro]
That sh*t was corny, my fault
(Alright I'm gonna go call my Discord daddy now)
Never doin' that sh*t again
That's a lie, ay!
"Yeah, we got them, whole lotta choppas
Let a straight n*gga try me, run up
Run up, get smoked pus*y"