[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
(Oh, my God, stop the music)
"Oh, my God, stop the music"
How 'bout you stuff this dick in yo' mouth? (Haha)
I thoroughly apologize for what I just said
I did not know what I was saying, and I apologize
I-I made a- I made a severe lapse in my judgment
I'm so sorry, uh, please forgive me
Please don't take this to Twitter, I'm so sorry, oh, my God

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
Ayy, she suck on my dick and she tell me it's bussin'
He say he gon' kill me I know that he bluffin'
I stay with the drum and a muhfuckin' drumstick
I bong on her ass like this shit was percussion
She eat on my dick like a muhfuckin' muffin
My bitch always mad 'cause I'm always on dumb shit
I hit from the back; know that bitch made me cum quick
Brokie and LAC, know that we run shit

[Verse 2: Cacity]
Just met this girl and she is rеally kind
Got my hands on her waist and I'm hittin' behind
Got my hands on her facе while she suckin' me dry
Just found out this faggot is really a guy (Gu-u-uy-uy-uy-y)
And I got a bitch and she got a bitch
Now we got a bitch, now we smoke that shit
And now I took a hit
Smokin' so many packs you would think I'm a mist
[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE]
I run up on that swap meet, copped me some Heelys
Yo' bitch in the trap, but she won't suck my PP
Shoutout to Vermin Viz, that boy is creepy
Turn that boy blue like his name Mr. Meeseeks
Keep me outta yo' mouth if you talkin' shit
H-He don't know I got the drop on him
He wanna DM to start shit, I'm blockin' him
If I see that boy on percs then I'm robbin' him

[Verse 4: Cacity & ISSBROKIE]
(Ew)
Get yo' bitch asses outta my DMs
You want the kid and you ain't gonna see him
She came over for all over my cre-am
I smack the fuckboy when I see him
That bitch suck on my cock, she got dick breath (Ew)
When it come to my cock, it's what she wanna inject
Yo' gang is a bitch fest
I swear to God, I got a [?] for yo' shawty to lick less
I got a strap, double-O seven, no suppress
Do you not have no bitches?
I don't deal with bitchless
Me and Brokie gonna jump on yo' homies
They ain't gonna do shit (Yuh)
[Verse 5: ISSBROKIE & Cacity]
You say you get bitches but where are they at?
I pull up on the spot with the rat-tat-ta-ta
Got a drop on that boy, I got his Google Map
They cryin' so much 'cause I just got a pack (Cash)
I'm chillin' in Oakland, I'm servin' that pack
You sleep on that couch while I'm makin' a rack
That bitch got a dick in her pants, she a trap
But really that shit was a strap!
You know that I carry a Mag
I'm up in yo' residence, know that I'm whippin' up crack
Me and LAC, Cody and Zack
You talkin' shit but you know we both smokin' yo' pack
Yo' bitch I'ma snap her, I hit a dab
And that is a fact
Nah, sorry, it's cap
Like, bitch I am rad
[?]
Like where is yo' dad? I am your dad

[Outro: ISSBROKIE & Cacity Both]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Score, score, score, score, score
High five, high five
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to school with Gxner (Yeah, yeah)
I play Football (Yeah)