Broke Bitches (Part 2) Lyrics

Ice up on my neck, ice up on my wrist Designer on me, designer on my bitch

You can't go band for band, you a broke bitch You ain't even got a car, and you homeless

Talkin' like you like that don't make no sense You think that you a thug, you a whole bitch

Catch your ass and have you shakin' like a damn fish

Glocks on deck, come at me, get your ass hit, swish

Ballin' on these niggas, ballin' on these bitches I ain't playin' stepdaddy, I ain't

Russell Wilson Try to take my chain, it's gon' be a struggle

Nigga Knock you out, grab the .40, and bust a nigga

Guap over thots, bitch, you know I keep it pimpin

Bitches ask for a lot, I ain't fuckin' simpin' Blow a bag on myself, fuck these broke bitches

Don't try to upgrade to me, stick to broke niggas

Ice up on my neck, ice up on my wrist Designer on me, designer on my bitch

You can't go band for band, you a broke bitch You ain't even got a car, and you homeless

Ice up on my neck, ice up on my wrist Designer on me, designer on my bitch

You can't go band for band, you a broke bitch You ain't even got a car, and you homeless