Broke Shit Lyrics

I heard a lot of niggas talkin, I don't speak that broke shit

20 bands just walked in, had them cash that whole bitch

Heard the cops be tryin' to solve somethin, I don't know shit

Why he rappin' bout that body, bro, never blow shit

Yeah, I heard a lot of niggas talkin, I don't speak that broke shit

20 bands just walked in, had them cash that whole bitch

Why he rappin' bout that body, brain, never blow shit

Fendi, Louie, Dior, Prada, mix it up and throw it on

I'm the coach, throw me the board, I'll draw the play, we goin' long

It's been RTA and Chrome, Off White Virgil, no V-Lone

It's been a minute since I rapped, I touched a dub and made a song

Bitch, I'm 20 with like 20, you 25 with 1500

I could spend some racks today, cause I know I'm gon' keep on comin

Glass man just got some work, another 8K before noon

This week I'm runnin' up like four and zero, bitch imma need a broom

Steady sweepin, niggas creepin, upping money that they saved

Same 10, y'all niggas made, the same 10 y'all gotta pay

My lil' brother real trench, grabbin' dog and serving yay

I can't focus on no pussy, nine AM, I gotta play

Show a rack, you get a rack, half y'all boys can't even do it

Long nose with 33, fuck Scottie, this a Patrick Ewing

Money, money, money, money, if it ain't that, then what you doin

They thought I wasn't bringin' one, I fucked him up and I brought two in

I can get you ten for two, you niggas know I'm one of one

Whole city On my shoulders, niggas know I'll get it done

A thousand people at my show and they ain't leavin' till I'm done

Fuck the opps, them niggas popped, they track gang, them niggas run

I get paid for bein' late, I turn them up, collect the funds

150 on the E-Way, my bitch tellin' me don't run

I just drop like three bands inside the mall, like, fuck it, nigga

Big-ass Tesla Model Y, I used to slide in buckets, nigga

Last time I seen your bitch, why she ask me when I'm droppin

New York to Indiana, I feel like I'm Obi Toppin

If you ain't servin' pink runtz, then nigga, I ain't shoppin

Hit him in his leg, they screamed"get up!", bro, really diddy-bopped him

Built this shit up from the ground, I'm feelin' like I'm Franklin Saint

Bro, swap the vin and drop the pin, we finna pull-up, change the paint

I up my knot, you up yo knot, let's see who really fuckin' grindin

Man, this nigga trappin' out a QT, he on silly timin

I can't go out like no goofy, I'ma go out blickin

Thirty shots, I let off ten, them bitches, they try run, we trippin

I can't go out like no goofy, I'ma go out blickin

Thirty shots, I'll let off ten, them bitches, they try run, we trippin

Yeah

Heard a lot of niggas talkin, I don't speak that bullshit

Twenty bands just walked in, had em cash that whole bitch

Why you rappin' bout that body, bro, ain't never blow shit