Every time I make a move
you bitches try invalidatin' reasons
I've been getting by
Twitter faggots on my dick
about my lines
Brokie white
Still don't mean I'm getting signed
Read the room or die
Context clues
where I'm from I'm fire
Content fools talkin'
y'all a bunch of concept dudes
Walkin' talkin' never boxin'
How you doin' keys
You ain't bringin' beef
Only drive you pussies
got is Uber Eats
That's why when these
Nazis said they shootin' me
I knew that y'all was pussy
wasn't losing sleep
Homie Danny hit me
heard me on the beats
So I did my thing
I was nineteen
Usin' BandLab
still bitches peeped
Now I'm popped
bitch make you do a leap
Grrah
shootin' at you bitches feet
Nah not really rappin'
all I'm 'lowed to do
If I'm free
I kill and smoke a rapper too
I really do that when
I get to pound the booth
Makin' mountains move
like accountants do
I'm countin' money
handin' out allowance too
I put tire tracks on
all these goofy rappers
Like a current day
Wayne album do
bitch what
None these bitches ill as me
Y'all tea bittersweet
I'm coppin' three stories
That's a trilogy
I wrote a eulogy
These rappers killing me
I take they titles and
I take they dignity
Y'all see a child talking
they virginity
Y'all rappers wild
bitch you'll never sit with me
You probably shouldn't
probably end up history
This shit contagious
tell me who the illest be
If it ain't me
ain't no sympathy for
bitches grillin' me
Kept makin' hits
spittin' these soliloquies
I really been the hottest doll
in history
Ain't nobody listen to you bitchin'
Miss me with that bitch
I got 'em mad for mystery
Reasons I think I know
why you dissin' me
'Cause publicly
I'll publish it like this is me
Y'all don't know my body
know the homies got me
I ain't ever provin'
snitchin' why I got it
I been stayin' silent
Twitter think they saw me
Y'all ain't shootin' shit but pics
from paparazzi
Bitch I really wilin'
say whatever 'bout me
Shit won't get acknowledged
you ain't with the posse
You ain't with the politics
that's why you talkin' bout me
Y'all agreed with Nazis
y'all ain't never call me
Shout out Daki
checkin' up
y'all ain't next to us
Y'all like Charlie Kirk
we shootin' neck and up
Really set 'em up
Grrah
that's how you get done
You talkin' on the kid
but walkin' like a bum
Talkin' like a dunce
cap 'em like some rum
Poppin' up the trunk
y'all must think I'm dumb
There's a reason
I'm like this and you like nothin'
Mm hmm
Issbrokie lil' punk bitch