br0keb0y$ (feat. SZNKid)

Yeah-yeah-ay, hey

Yeah-yeah-ay, hey

(Yeah, yeah)

Fuck these broke boys

They ain't making no noise

Fuck with broke boys

Baby, that is your choice

Fuck these broke boys

They ain't making no noise

Fuck with broke boys

Baby, that is your choice

I just skrt up out that dealer in a Rolls Royce

Making money a wonderful feeling, shit fill me with joy

Stacking this shit up to the ceiling till I can't stack no more

Play with me and my gang, send yo' bitch ass up to the morgue

First off gotta thank all my ****

Gotta thank all my ****

First off, gotta thank all my ****, huh

Gotta thank all my ****

Second off, if you ever down and out, huh

Just gotta call me ****

Third off, don't ever count me out, huh, but I still ball my ****

They wanna see me down, wanna see me out

Wanna see me fall lil ****

Who the fuck you gon' call when you in that cell

And you got that phone lil ****

This is that real-life shit when you gotta be grown

And you can't go home lil ****

Now I just get to the money by making this music

And rapping these songs, lil ****

I'm sick of these fake ass **** with no backbone

Call 'em a boneless ****

All of these bitches hit me up on my trap phone

Act like I don't know 'em, ****

Fuck these broke boys

They ain't making no noise

Fuck with broke boys

Baby, that is your choice

Cemetery in my jeans, my pockets full of presidents

I need my bitch rich, can't no broke hoe be in my residence

Broke boys steal the flow, this that hot shit I talk, no peppermint

Back then I rocked the same clothes, now they don't know what I'm stepping in

Too many baes, I'm extra

Too many Ks in the dresser

Band it for band, I betcha

Bad lil blasian girl say she from China, damn, I feel like Fletcher

The ones I call my twin, I swear we nothing lesser

I'm with my dog like Jake and Finn, let's go on a adventure

We poppin' tonight at the party

We popping our collars, not popping no molly

I love how she moving, she shaking that body

Buffs on like a Play-boy, I'm feeling like Carti

Got demons, the parasite-host like Tom Hardy

I'll whip any shit like the bitch is a Audi

For Christmas I want me three hoes that be naughty

Say, say, say, McCartney

The only thing that's broke is the hearty (E-Yeah)

Baby, I cannot save you (E-yeah) (No, no)

Baby, I cannot save you, hey (E-yeah) (No, no)

Baby, I cannot save you (E-yeah)

But baby, I cannot save you