FURY! lyrics

[Intro]
(Jo beats made this)

[Verse 1]
Why that b*tch boy be talkin'? Lil' b*tch, I got that Glocky out
Why that f*ckboy talking? He know I do not talk sh*t out
b*tch, I got that Glock on my waist, and I might just pop it out
If that little b*tch talkin' sh*t, I'm comin' to pop him out
Suck 'em out
If he talking sh*t, then I'ma rock him out
Why that f*ckboy talking? b*tch, he know that I'ma knock him out
Shout-out to my haters, no, I don't care, I don't block 'em out
I seen in his b*tch, and he a motherf*cking doctor now

[Verse 2]
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 get 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 swishеr
Boy my advice is you should mo'f*ckin quit
And put down the mic
Shoutout Hal and them
Shoutout to all my guys
Gеt 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
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
[Outro]
Ow-ow-ow-ow