[Intro]
Grrah
Yo, uh, I'm gonna rap on this beat 'cause I like it (Grr, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Shout-out 7timex and crystation (Ayy)
Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Bounce, bounce on this mo'fuckin' beat
It's like four in the mornin', I'm still tryna chief
Because without the zaza, I can't go to sleep
Okay, lil' bitch, know I keep that heat
I been up in the trap watchin' Dragon Ball Z
Tryna go Super Saiyan whenever I'm geeked
Off a whole other level, I'm not DDG though, more like Vegito
'Cause I been grindin' like two different people
Y'all rappers be gettin' no bitches like Sneako
How many hoes in the game I'ma hit with a .556? You would think my namе Pico
Prada my feet
I'm that white lil' brick bitch who carry a kilo
Gucci the peacoat
I keep a cuttеr on me all the time, my choppa be emo

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on a bitch, I don't care if she gotta man, though
I can't see a hater, they always be wearin' camo
How the fuck you hatin' on me when you is a rando?
How the fuck you hatin' on me, but yo' bitch a stan, though?
Focus on the trappin' and get back inside the bando
I be showin' love to everybody that's a fan, though
Really evil movin' like Dio Brando
A milli' people tryna fuck on a trans hoe, ayy
[Verse 3]
Gave an opp a noogie
I keep me a ratchet inside of my hoodie
You smokin' on mid, I'm smokin' on cookies
Might smack a lil' bitch if she tappin' the woody
Like, bitch (Ouch)
Left her shookie
The plug got some shroomies, I might take a lookie
Then joog 'em, I run off with all of his goodies
He sat on the ground cryin' out like, "How could she?"
I'm really that bitch for real, I ain't no rookie
Rappers ain't sick, for real, they plain' hookie
Go down on that bitch as long as they ain't bushy
I had a lil' thot moanin' out like a Wookiee
I was up in the trap countin' up as I should be
Yo' bitch hit my phone tryna give me some pussy
I told her, "Come over to throw back the tushy"
And she came on over to give me that gushy
Her man was like, "What?"
When that boy found out I was dumpin' my kids all inside his bitch mouth
I had him like, "What?"
"What is that sound? Is that BROKIE bitch lurkin' around through my town?"
Bitch I been in the cut like the bottle of alcohol
Might fuck around wit' a bitch in the south
She like, "What in the fuck?"
When I'm whippin' it out 'cause I look like a chick. but my dick is a pound
I'm up in that shit, I'm walkin' that boy down
If I see that boy grinnin', leave him with a frown
Bitch, it's BROKIE the queen, I need me a new crown
But these rappers be rappin' like they got downs
Might load up the mag wit' a couple of rounds
As a matter fact, shout-out homie Couch
As a matter fact, shout-out to the mob
We gon' fuck on yo bitch then we fuck on that bounce, ayy (Ayy)
[Outro]
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Bounce)
Bounce (Bounce), bounce (Yuh, yuh)
Grriii (Grrah)
Bow, bow, bow
Yeah, yeah (Yay!)
Yuh
ISSBROKIE, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yuh