Man, this shit is fucking– it got sold

(BROKIE, your music fucking sucks)

Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried

She get wet when I look in her eyes

When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah

Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs

Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry

Money fake, can't fake out the disguise

Type of shit that I hate and despise (Dammit)

Every fake with opinions, y'all popular

Photos my side bitch sent, kid, I got optimal colors

I'm sorry, on blood, can't be eyes with a poser

Your thot give me dome, she a popular throater (Dam-dammit)

Got chrome top of chrome, I got rocks on my choker

Got phones top of phones, I'm a popular loaner

Got gold on froze, but my diamonds got colder

She wanna know if I'm packin', I'ma show her

Damn, way I pound, make a chick suck it down

No lames where I'm at, now that shit start a round

New flicks in my house, I don't want people knowin' how I'm livin' right now

Too rich for a frown, shark teeth, gold grills on my crowns

Stick your main bitch down, make her limp through the town

They like, "BROKIE, why you talk about sex so much?"

Huh, it's the only thing I do

Beside droppin' checks, gettin' hundreds, gettin' blues

Your side bitch on my lap and your main bitch in my pool

Too fried for a check, got me talkin' like a fool

Runnin' it back again, shawty bust it, feelin' cool

Makin' the bed rock back and forth, yaba-daba-doo

Bitch, I'm skinnin' on this motherfuckin' beat, what it do?

With the KARMA' on my beats, swear to God, we the truth

Stickin' on yo asses, BROKIE in the booth

Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried

She get wet when I look in her eyes

When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah

Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs

Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry

Money fake, can't fake out the disguise

Type of shit that I hate and despise (Dammit)

Alright, smoking good shit, it's gettin' me fried

She get wet when I look in her eyes

When at night she like this, she gon' slide, huh, yeah

Chrome Hearts from my neck to my thighs

Shawty mad 'cause she's textin', I'm dry

Money fake, can't fake out the disguise

Type of shit that I hate and despise

Dam-dammit

Dam-d-d-d-dammit