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Broke Shit
18
Hip-Hop/Rap
Broke Shit was released on June 13, 2024 by lost on life entertainment as a part of the album Broke Shit - Single
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Release DateJune 13, 2024
Labellost on life entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qion Morrison
Qion Morrison
Songwriter

Lyrics

I heard a lot of **** 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 **** 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, **** creepin, upping money that they saved
Same 10, y'all **** 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, fuck 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 **** know I'm one of one
Whole city On my shoulders, **** know I'll get it done
A thousand people at my show and they ain't leavin' till I'm done
Fuck the opps, them **** popped, they track gang, them **** 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, fuck it, ****
Big-ass Tesla Model Y, I used to slide in buckets, ****
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 ****, 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 **** 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 **** 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
Written by: Qion Morrison
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