Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brokeasf
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robby Leon Cohen
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Composer
Roney Williams Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stxnk
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We can meet or nah
And get it shakin' bacon
Bitch, you be actin' like a clown and, yeah, I fucking hate it
Bitch, I'ma drip until I drown, fuck that, till I'm eighty
But we will knock you off your shit for actin' like you made it
[Verse 2]
Peepin' all that fake shit
We peep them diamonds, they fugazi
Saucing on that bitch, ain't got no limit, I be going crazy
Bouncing on that dick
Bitch, don't quit until I fucking say it
Catch 'em off that swirl, up that burn, then I fucking spray it
[Verse 3]
I just got a ticket
I was spinning, I ain't fucking paying
Bitch, don't hold your tongue
Got a problem, ****, fucking say it
They know this they jam
This they song, they gon' fucking play it
[Verse 4]
Getting all these grams
Going ham, gotta fucking weigh it
Bitch, this shit get real in the field
Ain't gotta fucking fake it
Pull up on your block
Where the opps?
They ducking like the Matrix
Holes in this Glock put you in shock just like a fucking taser
How you out here beefing and you broke, ain't got no fucking paper
[Verse 5]
How you out here beefing and you broke?
How you out here beefing 'bout that ho?
How you out here creeping out your folks?
How you out here sleeping with no pole?
[Verse 6]
How you out here beefing and you broke?
How you out here beefing 'bout that ho?
How you out here creeping out your folks?
How you out here sleeping with no pole?
[Verse 7]
Why you out here speaking on me, ****?
Give a fuck 'bout how you feelin'
Still in touch with all my killers
I rock busters, bitch, they icy
Once I fuck, bitch, I don't like ya
Could be Jordans, could be Nikes
Either way, I make them Ms
Free them boys, don't fuck with friends
Keep it on me, ****, still
Play with dog you might get killed
Shit get real in the hood
I'm still in the hood
Reason why I'm booked in the A, they feeling the hood
Young **** pouring them eighths, I'm running with grapes
Givinchy or Bape
Bitch, rock Benny Christian Young
Wack, fix with five
They gon' send 'em to my son
Toast 'em to the sky, hope they get it when I'm done
Free my **** till they home
I miss you
[Verse 8]
How you out here beefing and you broke?
How you out here beefing 'bout that ho?
How you out here creeping out your folks?
How you out here sleeping with no pole?
[Verse 9]
How you out here beefing and you broke?
How you out here beefing 'bout that ho?
How you out here creeping out your folks?
How you out here sleeping with no pole?
Written by: Dion Hayes, Robby Leon Cohen, Roney Williams Jr
