[Producer Tag]
(Buck, should I get it?)

[Verse 1: "BROKIE"]
Brokie walkin’ in wit the AK (Ay ay)
Turning every rapper hella gay gay
Make way, murder the pussy she wanna stay stay
Feelin’ like Kirby how I’m lookin’ at her like
Wait wait wait wait wait wait

All of these rappers wanna stay the same
Switching genres almost day to day
None of these rappers is trained to fade
Pissin’ they pants lookin’ minute made

Hol’up lemme take a second to tutor
These rappers who makin’ themselves offa rumors
You talkin’ on twitter got no sense of humour
Don’t got any nuts lil boy you look neutered

Like talk to me do not talk shit through computers
Annoying as fuck lil boy you a tumour
I’m chillin’ with Kirby we straight from the sewer
We makin’ these hits like domestic abusers

I stay wit' a clique I ain't talkin’ bout mousepads
You have not found that bitch I be chillin’ with housecats
Bitch trynna fuck cuz she down bad
Pull up on yo block cus I know you ain’t bout that
You comin’ at me with no motive
I’m going 2nuts like I’m gettin' deepthroated
They hit my dm's but I ain't even notice
Now everyone salty that brokie2goated!

[Verse 2: kirby2cool!]
Smoking green crack with my bimbo
I feel like throwing my fist out the window
Look at that shit go know I never miss ho
Kirby2goated I don’t need no intro

Changed my appearance I feel like I’m ditto
If rappers come at me I leave their bitch widowed
I feel like a shark I’m surrounded by minnows
And fuck it I been hungry, hungry like hippos

Riding my bitch they been grabbing my hipbones
They yelling too loud shove their face in my pillow
My hair back and forth shit I feel like I’m willow
I rap about fucking too much I’m a nympho

Nympho, nympho, but I got a dick tho
Motherfuckers trynna guess my gender like a riddle
Lord commander Kirb in an all pink limo
Brokie riding with and we not giving any info
Wait, I’m a bad bitch I feel like the white Nicki
She let a house cat all up in her kitty
Thought I was dreaming then noticed the hickey
Been gone for a minute she text me she miss me

I don’t hit her back I’m too busy to give a shit
Said she got feelings I said I'm not feeling it
Can't feel my face it’s too numb from me hitting shit
But when I’m blasted the flow hitting different

Here is an example Kirby coming to trample
I don’t want a lambo I just want me a handful
Of goth bitch asshole hit it then I travel
I hope you die suffocating in gravel

I’m judging you fuckers I’m striking the gavel
You pussy's all guilty and sentenced to saddle
On top of my dick cause you ain’t fit to battle
Get left in the lake with no boat and no paddle
(Wait)