[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fuck is this intro?)
Yeah, yeah (This intro is crazy, not gonna lie)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Fucking crazy)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Aw yeah, aw yeah

[Chorus]
I don't know-I don't know-I don't know why these rappers wan' talk on my name like I ain't makin' hits on the daily basis
They just mad that I make music, nobody playin'
And my jewelry drip like precipitation
Postin' n***s on my story, I got too faded
I'm that thick little chick that they not replacin' (Ayy)
I say, "Fuck social media," too much hatin'
While y'all busy with that, I'ma be the greatest
All these artists are cappin', these rappers fakin'
They don't really be strapped, they just wanna say it
BROKIE really be strapped with the heat and blade
I'm on yo' block wit' a chop, I'ma leave it vacant
Wendigo on the prod, I said evil placement
I can't fuck wit' nobody that isn't famous
Can't fuck wit' no broad who want me to save 'em
But if she won't give me top, I'm gon' be belated
[Verse 1]
Yeah, little bitch, I came through wit' the red dot
It hit his head top, he getting took off the list
If he talkin' on me, get his neck chopped
Then on my next stop, I'ma go get in his bitch
We steady makin' movies like Redbox
Talk all that shit wrong, we get you shot at yo' feet
I don't get you, you built like [?]
Might get a fed popped, we do not fuck with a snitch
Bitch I just shit? Stop it (Stop it)
All my haters just talk to me, talkin' (Aw, yeah)
All my haters want beef 'cause I'm poppin'
In a couple of weeks, they won't squash shit
Tryna shoot only when I'm responding
'Cause I've probably been sick of the topic (Aw, yeah)
After that, I'm gon' fuck on yo' mom quick
That bitch takin' my kids, they adopted

[Bridge]
Like woah, lookin' in the mirror and it feel so good, everybody wanna look like me (Look like me)
Buddy so shook by me, all because I had a strap (Ayo, what size are those, OG?)
Ay, I said that shit just to scare him, that shit worked, it made him pee (Why'd you scare him?)
Really, I'm just keeping shit peak, have to pack up my body, [?] like it reeks

[Verse 2]
Ay, you ain't in a feat', you just talkin' forums, that boy think he an opp', I'ma send a [?]
I just hopped in a Lexus to buy a foreign, I'm that chick with a blick, now I feel like [?]
We might kick in yo' door in like we special forces
Got a K on my 50s, these special forces
Got a choppa, [?] it's gon' metamorph' him
Run him back to the hood 'cause this shit is borin'
I don't know why these rappers wan' talk on my name, like I ain't makin' hits on a daily basis
[Chorus]
I don't know why these rappers wan' talk on my name like I ain't makin' hits on the daily basis
They just mad that I make music, nobody playin'
And my jewelry drip like precipitation
Postin' n***s on my story, I got too faded
I'm that thick little chick that they not replacin' (Ayy)
I say, "Fuck social media," too much hatin'
While y'all busy with that, I'ma be the greatest
All these artists are cappin', these rappers fakin'
They don't really be strapped, they just wanna say it
BROKIE really be strapped with the heat and blade
I'm on yo' block wit' a chop, I'ma leave it vacant
Wendigo on the prod, I said evil placement
I can't fuck wit' nobody that isn't famous
Can't fuck wit' no broad who want me to save 'em
But if she won't give me top, I'm gon' be belated

[Outro]
ISSBROKIE (ISSBROKIE, ISSBROKIE, ISSBROKIE, ISSBROKIE, ISSBROKIE)
Bitch
Ayy-ayy, haha