PART I

[Intro]
(Fo-fo-fony wallace)
Well then, you're just a bitchass tranny
(Fony wallace biatch)
Fony wallace biatch
Zesty ass tag, haha

[Verse 1]
Pu- Pu- Punchin' in his face now that boy British, huh
Balloon titties bitches, you would think I'm playin' critics (Okay, yo bitch)
My fault, little bitch, I'm rippin' (Okay)
Apple fritter up inside my lungs, that's what I'm hittin' (Smoke)
Every time I'm 'round the bitches, they like, "Brokie spitting"
Ra- Ra- Rappers they ain't in my digits, they ain't gettin' riches, uh
You know Brokie stackin' chips, lil bitch, I'm double dippin', uh
Yo' bitch lick the tip, she sendin' pics like every minute, uh

[Bridge]
Lovin' that English, huh, yuh
My bitch English, huh, yuh
My bitch from England, uh, yuh
That bitch English, uh, yuh
I'm watchin' anime, uh, yuh
Dub is in English, uh, yuh
Fuck what you gotta say, uh, yuh
I don't speak English, uh
[Verse 2]
Gas all around me like AMBM
Shoutout my bluds in the pink, gotta free them
My haters John Cena, the way I can't see them
Yo' bitch sent me n***s, I just received them
I'm off the coup, that shit got me tweakin'
Yo' bitch is so loose, my dick, what she eatin'
Water, ice on my wrist, I'm freezin'

[Verse 3]
Like, woah (Woah)
Yo' bitch wan' fuck me
She wanna play on my balls like rugby
M.C. HAMMER, little bitch, you can't touch me
Yo' bitch heard my music, she thought it was lovely
Sorry little bitch, you cannot cuff me
But you just might get the dick if you get lucky
I'm with yo' main ho, she wanna suck me
Shoutout yo' boyfriend, he wanna stuff me
Yo' bitch just swallowed my kids (Yummy)
I got a blade, ho, I'll hit you in the back, ho
Roll up, yo' homie smokin' with tobacco
Yo' bitch called me "The Goat" facts though
Bitch, I stay strapped, I never lack though
I'm with yo' mans, why he up in my asshole?
He wanna smash, I ain't talkin' 'bout Smash Bros
How can you hate when your music is trash though?
[Bridge]
Where the beat go?

PART II

[Verse 4]
(Fony wallace biatch)
Yuh, okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayy, man this shit
I don't got time for all these pricks
Livin' my life while I face this spliff
KarmaMob outside and we WithDemDicks
B-R-O-K-I-E, I'm in this bitch
I'ma hit one time then I [?] finna diss
Bitch, you takin' no sides, tryna ride my dick
Big butterfly doors, suicide my whip, goddamn

[Verse 5]
Well, I'm yellin' out- yellin' out in the void
For someone else other than rappers that I avoid
So come to my callin' and talk to me with they voice
Why the fuck ain't these motherfuckers real that I enjoy
Why the fuck do you play with me, lil bitch, I'm not yo' toy
I'ma god, all these rappers, tell they ass to get employed
You a rat, I ain't talkin' Vermin Viz, I'll take yo' points
Tryna rap 'bout some punk shit, you's a punk bitch by a choice
I might fuck yo' bitch, both my hands on to her back (Okay)
Really wit' the shits, so, if we beef you gon' get smack
Fuck lil Vermin Viz, tryna snitch, he a rat
Jerkin' off to kids, pick a fly, yo' music wack
And I can't believe that my ass even hopped up in that track
[?], that boy fatter than my ass
Y'all some internet gangsters, y'all ain't really with no straps
Pull up down in San Fran' y'all bitch boys know where I'm at
ISSBROKIE