[Intro]
Ooh
(F-F-F-Fony wallace, bitch)
(F-F-Fony, Fony Wallace, his tag is in the front)
His tag is cute, heh-heh
Yuh, yuh
(ISSBROKIE)
Ayy, yuh (Brokie, your music fucking sucks)

[Verse 1]
'Boutta kickflip on these pussy rappers like a skate (Yeah)
I'm 'boutta fuck up all these rappers, bitch, you look like Lil Slay
Yuh, if you actin' like a weirdo, I might have to get the K
I just might walk up to your mother house, and fuck her midday
And, yes, young Brokie on the track, bitch, you know I'm fucking bait
Your bitch got nothing on my ass, that bitch know that I got cake
Yo' mama stay up in the telly 'cause she wants her spine to break
I put my dick up her belly, and she sayin' she can't take it
Yuh, I'm reppin' Housеcat, bitch, you know we finna make it
Bitch, I be looking likе a calendar the way that I be datin'
Yeah, that line was hella corny, I just need to say I'm taken
Because all these Insta bitches hit me up to leave them shakin'
Givin' me the type of tension, got me wishin' I was faceless
Bitch, I'm sexy with a nice ass voice, I look like Brakence
Got a 2K jacket on my back, that I get payday
Got a Triple K belt upon my waist, it's looking racist
If he's talking shit, the chopper heat him up like some bacon
I'm surrounded in the ocean, bitch, I'm looking like I'm Jamaican
I'ma go fuck up on your daughter, then she eat up my creation
Your bitch asked me how to fuck me, so I gave her demonstrations
[Verse 2]
Yo-yo-yo, bitch, peg me inside of my ass
Okay-okay, bitch
Yo-yo-yo, bitch, smokin' all up on my grass
Get out-get out, bitch
You preventin' young Brokie from gettin' this cash
No, no, bitch
Bitch, I wrote about this shit on couple new tracks
Fuck that bitch
What a-what a bitch callin' me a motherfuckin' cracker
Yeah, I'm chillin' in my cowboy hat, lookin' dapper
Matter fact, I just wrote a couple bars up on my tractor
I just nutted in my cousin, now we need a Mournin' After (Brokie)

[Outro]
She'll probably fuck you too, if you ask nicely