[Verse: ISSBROKIE]
I got Louis, my belt
I got Gucci, my sandals
My uzi go du-du-du-du like the sample
We fire like candles
We up on the mantle
It's KARMAMOB higher than you, we gon' trample
No you can not hang, lil' bitch you can't handle
Yo, me and my homies might hop out the Battle Bus
He talking shit, why your boy tryna battle us?
He ain't even know all the rappers we have wit' us
Bitch, I'm a senior, can't wait for the graduate
Your rappers seen these, you old like my dad, lil' bitch
Got that brand new Rolls Royce, came with a mack in it
Bitch, I'm talking 'bout me
Young Brokie a baddie inside your bеd sheets
And I got them new Gucci shoes up on my feet
And I got mе a new shirt just to match with the sneaks

[Verse 2: Jenx2]
I put a check on my neck just to flex
I came to test if your crew got a vest
I got the loot out the box like a chest
When I'm on the word, they treat me like a guest
Boy wanna battle but he ain't the best
When he tryna try me but he just a pest
Got rappers stuck like I'm making arrests
Do not speak to me, not taking requests
I got the money I'm bagging it
I see a rapper, I'm tagging it
Do not talk, you do not matter, bitch
Me and my crew going big like a labyrinth
Say you've been grinding, but you've just been capping, bitch
If you gon' smoke around me, then I'm taxing it
Me and Xo and Brokie, we making classics, bitch
I pull up, now they pullin', I'm matching it
Say you got energy, you are not matching it
I don't got time for you bums
I got a gun on my lap just for fun
You can't get no gas, you don't got the funds
Inhaling THC, it fuck up my lungs
All tryna talk, but they all hold their tongues
I make them bleed like that time of the month
Go back to the crib and I'm smoking some blunts
That boy a dumbass, the boy is a dunce
[Verse 3: Xo Dru]
They said I talk too aggressive
I said, "Okay, come and test it"
Leave 'em befuddled
The presence of a guardian angel can't even protect em
I don't say a lot and it's for their protection
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