[Intro: Jenx2 & ISSBROKIE]
(Buck, should I get it?)
(House)
Huh (Yeah), ayy (Yuh), yuh

[Verse 1: Jenx2 & ISSBROKIE]
Kickin' that door like a COD cutscene
Twenty messages from hoes wanna fuck me
Got no motivation, you ain't even hungry
I got a halo, but this shit ain't Bungie
Fifty prerolls in my lungs on the monthly
Cough when I smoke 'cause the motherfuckin' blunt mean
The squad and I stay showin' off like a stunt team
I'm tryna clique with ya crew 'cause you crusty
I'm not tryna clique with ya crew 'cause you musty
I'm murderin' lyrics, I'm lookin' like Bundy
I play with them bricks, now I feel like I'm SSundee
I stay gettin' checks, get a bag on the monthly
Got me a whip, and I don't even drivе it
I got me a clique, and we movin' in silеnce
I stay with the blade, like a motherfuckin' pirate
I'm so fuckin' high, I can't open (Uh) my eyelids
I don't even need a hand out, like Twitch
Had a fucker pull up with a Christ-like fit (Really?)
Like, guys, try this, open up ya eyelids
I'ma hit a motherfucker because I love violence
Got water hydrants
Smoke gas, hybrids
I'ma send another missile like that shit was guided
Bitch, everybody cheerin', got 'em all excited
Like, I don't wanna talk, I like to stick private
Pussy, I don't wanna talk if you never up in my private
You makin' me suicidal whenever I hear your giant ass
Evil on a motherfuckin' track
I might take away yo' ego with a feature on a track
I might take away yo' shawty, you won't ever get her back
I might take away yo' father, I might take your mama ass
[Bridge: ISSBROKIE]
I might fuck up on your daughter
I just hit it, then I passed it to the homies
Now she know me, I don't know 'bout her dad
I might hit it from the back

[Verse 2: Jenx2 & ISSBROKIE]
[?]
I got a bag, it's attached to my back
Motherfuckers ain't even sprint, runnin' laps
Motherfuckers ain't even grindin', they cap
Motherfuckers say that they workin', they say they deservin', but too busy stuck in a trap
Motherfuckers say I'm desertin', so I'm reassurin', I'm gonna leave you in the trash
Housecat shit, you can't match a performance
Got bit-crushed vocals, like my name is GORT, bitch
I stay runnin' tracks, I ain't talkin' a sport, bitch
I keep me a .40, you rappers look dorky, bitch
You the type I woulda robbed, like, a year ago
Run, then I dip through the wall, like I'm Mario
Housecat mainstream, up on the stereo
Save me some tea, while I'm yellin' out ("Cheerio")

[Verse 3: Jenx2 & ISSBROKIE]
I'ma sleep my whole life away
It wash away, like rain
Said, "I'm not bred to deal with all this wicked shit you say"
You're a sheep throwin' hissy-pissy fits, you all the same
I'ma knock your whole fuckin' family tree down, what a shame (Yeah)
You are not, why the fuck you hit me up for some bread?
On yo' block, I might fill up all yo' homies with some lead
You are top, shout-out Kizzy
Smoke that stizzy, now he dead
I might knock yo' fuckin' face until it jumps off yo' head
[Outro: ISSBROKIE]
I wouldn't—, I wouldn't—, I wouldn't actually do that, yeah
(ISSBROKIE)