Falfy, hehehe
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Teen leno yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I hit the bars so i feel like i’m touring
Got water on me, now i feel like i’m {?}
Yo b#tch read my palms {?} my aura
I light up the key with the blade, feel like sora
I keep me a posse in case i wan’ pull up
It’s common in the game to get hits wit’ no chorus
I’m hardly a rapper, i’m more of a poet
Out all of these rappers that know i’m the dopest
I’m smokin’ and dopin’, this stu is a hotbox
Why you wanna fight through the faggot boy? you cannot box
Way for you to remember, you know that this sh#t is top notch
Bad b#tch brokie, i’m comin’ up for the top spot
Crown on my skull, i’m the real king {?}
Blue always on me, i feel like {?}
{?} hit the plug ’til i’m gettin’ lockjaw
Goin’ too crazy, i swear i cannot stop
Swеar i’m obsessed with the music and lyricals
I can say dumb sh#t and still bе a pinnacle
I better say somethin’ stupid, yeah, typical
Yo b#tch get moist around me, call her cr1tikal
That was the stupidest bar i could spit off the top of my head, but i’m still lookin’ mythical
Most of these rappers are pitiful, ain’t even dismal, suck at the job, lookin’ miserable
Let me paint you guys a visual
‘magine a piece of {?} that is seized like it’s criminal
{?} will make vocals that aren’t even mixable
That is your music, it’s f#ckin’ unlistenable
Don’t hit my dms with {?} beats
Or your promotion pages be askin’ for 300 million just to put me on the insta
I promise that i’m gettin’ {?} for the {?}
{?} i’m still puttin’ in work (yuh)
{?}, put his face in the dirt (yuh)
p#ss# talkin’, but he finna get murked (yuh)
p#ss# faggot, i do not wanna {?} (yuh)
{?} i know you ain’t deserve it (yuh)
In the dark is where young brokie be lurkin’ (yuh)
b#tch it’s brokie, b#tch, you know that i move sh#t (yuh)
f#ckin’ on a b#tch, she callin’ me perfect (yuh)
Aaaaaaaaa
Gimme your #ss, just gimme your #ss please
Might {?} a b#tch #ss rapper, like add me
b#tch it’s pho! (b#tch it’s brokie!)
You know we makin’ it most, see
I keep ’em on like a muhf#ckin’ trophy
I hit the {?}
All of my fans love me, hopefully
I met yo b#tch, his name pho!, {?}
I grab a b#tch by the neck and she givin’ me throat
I hit the bars so i feel like i’m touring
Got water on me, now i feel like i’m {?}
Yo b#tch read my palms {?} my aura
I light up the key with the blade, feel like sora
I keep me a posse in case i wan’ pull up
It’s common in the game to get hits wit’ no chorus
I’m hardly a rapper, i’m more of a poet
Out all of these rappers that know i’m the dopest
I’m smokin’ and dopin’, this stu is a hotbox
Why you wanna fight through the faggot boy? you cannot box
Way for you to remember, you know that this sh#t is top notch
Bad b#tch brokie, i’m comin’ up for the top spot
Crown on my skull, i’m the real king {?}
Blue always on me, i feel like {?}
{?} hit the plug ’til i’m gettin’ lockjaw
Goin’ too crazy, i swear i cannot stop
Swear i’m obsessed with the music and lyricals
I can say dumb sh#t and still be a pinnacle
I better say somethin’ stupid, yeah, typical
Yo b#tch get moist around me, call her cr1tikal
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