Yo, running around gas in tank
Wearing Versace
She on my #ss
Skirting the town
I got no money
Had to get me a bag
Got a scope and extendo clip
Nah I’m just joking I don’t play with sticks
I guess she do, cuz she riding my dick
b#tch a pandemic, that hoe look sick
Badass kid, I was running street light
I was told to stop cuz I’m running over stop signs
They could see the red flags
But couldn’t hold me back like I’m at green light
Its’ my year imma just take flight
It’s getting late, imma just dip
Cuz I’m the man, I’m gone in the night
Ya I’m gone
Gone hit a lick
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
Broke boy never get a shot
Broke boy never did the pot
Broke boy never at the top
Broke boy never hit it raw
Broke boy always wanna stop, Yeah
Broke boy never get a shot
Broke boy never did the pot
Broke boy never at the top
Broke boy never hit it raw
Broke boy was always f#cking raw
Yeah, broke boy, ya I’m doing me
All these b#tches on my dick like who is he
But she ride it like she dying and its new to me
Only freak only freaky on Friday its that time of week
Ex beat me on the line know she feeling me
She got a man but I guess she ain’t feeling he
She drive a rogue but she never on the road with me
But she ride it like it’s dying and its new to me
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
Too much ice in the wrist, and I really got too many bands in my fist
And I did this sh#t with no assist, coming right back like you know what it is
Heard all your sh#t, ya your sh#t is a miss
Turning your misses right back to a Miss
Throwing up money I get it again
I might just land in Japan, I ain’t got to many plans
Triple X, that’s the kind of sh#t your b#tch wanna text uh
Triple X, b#tch is a freak when it comes to the sex uh
Triple the checks, raising the decimals, bank is a mess uh
Kanye west, I left some buttons you don’t wanna press uh
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
Broke boy Choppa get sold
It’s all the same thing
Broke boy Choppa gon smoke ya
Stay in your lane
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