Broke Shit

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, f*ck 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 F*ck 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, f*ck 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