Broke Boi (Video Version) lyrics

by

Playboi Carti


[Intro]
Audi, Bimmer, Benz with the roof up
Still on this goop punch, three gram, boof blunt, high as f*ck
Called up some hoes, let's go to Lenox Square
Might just go icey my wrist, might just go cop me some squares
Keep a small circle, I can't f*ck with squares (Ayy)
I had to get it how I got it, n*gga life ain't fair (Ayy)
Spilled that lean all on my kicks and got another pair (Ayy)
I say f*ck them two hoes, man I got another pair (Ayy)
This is trap music, b*tch
Ayy, what that ho talkin' bout?
I don't know (Ayy)
I don't know, I don't know (Yeah)
Cash Carti (b*tch)
Cash (Hold on), Cash Carti

[Chorus]
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy (Ayy, uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? (Broke boys)
In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy (Ayy)
I can't even kick it with these broke boys (Broke boys)
He ain't come to buy a pack 'cause he a broke boy ('Cause he a broke boy, yeah)

[Verse]
b*tch I'm goin' through the sack 'cause I'm no broke boy (Uh)
Runnin' up the check on these broke boys (Runnin' up the check, n*gga)
Put some bands on your neck and have you murked, boy (Bands on your neck, n*gga)
b*tch I'm ballin' on these n*ggas, ballin' (Ayy)
b*tch I'm ballin' on these n*ggas, first they hatin', he so pus*y (Yeah)
Don't cross your partner, pus*y, that's a pus*y for some pus*y (What?)
Always talk about me ('Bout me)
Still ain't never shook me (Shook me)
I'm a real n*gga from the Flat, can't overlook me (Nah)
Fifteen hundred, n*gga, if you're tryna come and book me (Ayy, uh)
n*gga gonna f*ckin' book me (Gonna f*ckin' book me)
Keep that choppa on me, my grandma watchin' me (Ayy)
f*ck my Jesus piece, I might squeeze the piece (Uh)
Hold out on my way, I might flood the streets (Tryna flood the streets, Ayy)
And I'm on this lean, I won't make a scene (Uh)
n*gga front on me, I'ma make a scene (Uh)
Run up in his sh*t, run up in his sh*t (Ayy)
Audi, Bimmer, Benz with the roof up
Still on this goop punch, three gram, boof blunt, high as f*ck
Called up some hoes, let's go to Lenox Square
Might just go icey my wrist, might just go cop me some squares
Keep a small circle, I can't f*ck with squares (Ayy)
I had to get it how I got it, n*gga life ain't fair (Ayy)
Spilled that lean all on my kicks and got another pair (Ayy)
I say f*ck them two hoes, man I got another pair (Ayy, Carti, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy (Uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys? (Broke boys)
In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy (Ayy)
I can't even kick it with these broke boys (Broke boys)
He ain't come to buy a pack 'cause he a broke boy ('Cause he a broke, yeah)

[Outro]
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys?
In the mall buyin' ice 'cause he a broke boy
I can't even kick it with these broke boys
He ain't come to get a pack 'cause he a broke boy (Yeah)
He a broke boy, he a broke boy
He a broke boy (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
Cash Carti (Cash Carti)
Carti (Carti), Carti (Carti)
Cash Carti (Cash Carti)
Carti (Carti), Carti (Carti, Carti, Carti)
Yeah, yeah, itraC hsaC, yeah, yeah

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