[Intro]
(Jo beats made this)

[Verse 1]
Why that bitch boy be talkin'? Lil' bitch, I got that Glocky out
Why that fuckboy talking? He know I do not talk shit out
Bitch, I got that Glock on my waist, and I might just pop it out
If that little bitch talkin' shit, I'm comin' to pop him out
Suck 'em out
If he talking shit, then I'ma rock him out
Why that fuckboy talking? Bitch, he know that I'ma knock him out
Shout-out to my haters, no, I don't care, I don't block 'em out
I seen in his bitch, and he a motherfucking doctor now

[Verse 2]
That shit ain't real get the fuck off of twitter
Fuck the knife dangling by yo' finger
Boy on my life y'all more bitch than a sister
I'm packin' rappers till my blunt gettin' thicker
Like got a light? lemme get a lil' flicker
Turn off the light now I'm turnin' yo' bitch to a sodomite
She eatin' dick like it's dinner
You in my sights and now I'm, "Brokie the Ripper"
I really might just put that boy in a swishеr
Boy my advice is you should mo'fuckin quit
And put down the mic
Shoutout Hal and them
Shoutout to all my guys
Gеt the fuck off yo' PC and go outside
Bitch I really ride
For the team
Di-Di-Dirty Glock and that shit got a beam
Curry shots he get hit with a three
You the cops, why you say you a G?
You really not, boy you really a meme
With yo' thot and she takin' the D
While I molly rock to the mo'fuckin beat
I-S-S-B-R-O-K-I-E
M-U-D on the P-R-O-D
From the west but got fam' in the east
Digesting every track I'ma eat
Let her cook, bitch I'm already heated
The venue booked, crowd look like a sea
Really wavy way I'm dripped to the feet
[Outro]
Ow-ow-ow-ow