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ISSBROKIE - SWAGGOT! (B SIDE)

lyrics:

i’m sellin crack like it’s back in the epidemic
shawdy plap on my lap we be slapping pelvis
givin brain to issbrokie like academics
all my oppas look clapped 
they got bad genetics
and they rap pathetic
so they apathetic
when issbrokie be ballin n stackin lettuce
i got riches from flippin dem psychedelics
i got bitches they ordered in alphabetic
and my bitch lookin hotter than tom sellic 
hold up bitch i been flippin the dope
said he better? shit must be a joke
cuz that fuckboy eat grits, he poor, he broke
i’m smokin on shit got em screamin “oh no”
i might give yo bitch throat hoe issbrokie don’t choke
wear so much ice leave my neck soaked
broke hoe who they wrote checks fo 
i get a check now i’m ignorin ya
gettin money to me like euphoria
brokie more of a man than all of you rappers
it’s giving me gender dyphoria
so many weapons i look like a warrior 
said he wan’ fade but he making a story up
get the choppa and make his shit gory
i’ll teach him this shit aint a game no tutorial 
brokie got hella racks she emporium 
floorin the hellcat while i be pourin up
i keep a yappa my foreign truck
if he wan fade then i’m leavin victorious 
smokin tree i be lighting a forest up
smokin his pack after karmamob tore him up
i got 44 whores in my porsche
got adorable opps i’m ignorin who borin us 
bitch
i’m smokin on tree got me soarin and shit
pink AP got adorable wrists
askin for feet you down horrible twin
issbrokie the number 1 whore that exists
bad bitch rockin deplorable fits
they talkin but these non-affordable kicks
they can’t afford this
i’m sippin and pourin the splish 
my lighter be warmin the spliff

I SELL CRACK! (prod. shushuboi)

(verse 1:)

(cacity:) i was chillin in the back, no coupe
lookin like a mf with no clue
(brokie:) shawdy got hit from the back, no lube
she tryna fuck so imma do what i’m supposed to
(cacity:) she got my hands tied behind my neck and she so cruel
didn’t really give a fuck so i’m like “cool”
(brokie:) shawdy undressin, doin dances like michael
she got a man that she with but she mine too
(cacity:) ay wait bish, ugh
shawdy want it rough so i gave her my “eugh”
calm down for a sec take a puff of my kush 
yeah, she look kinda mad so i gave her some too
and she throwin it back while i chill in the coupe
fuck it’s gettin hot here so we go to my room
bae, we got nothing to fear
so she takes my hands, her waist, my chest, her face, 
everything’s falling in place

(hook:) (cacity & brokie)
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
dat

(verse 2:)
(brokie:) i’m gonna go down on that bish while i’m chillin in the coupe
if her homie tryna tap, i might tap her friend too
(cacity:) she a mf freak and i like that too
she bite on my neck so i bite her too
(brokie:) bish callin me her wife, i might wife her too
and i know that bish liked when we fucked in the stu
(cacity:) i don’t rlly fuckin care what u really wanna do
as simon says, i must listen to
(brokie:) like simon says, i’m the one she listen to
yo bish in my bed, imma hit then go to you
yeah i need some head, keep strokin, i might shoot
spilt some kief in dis bed after lightin up dis boof
after smokin on dis woody where the ash at?
bed fulla all these bitches, where the ass at?
hoes twerkin on my dick, issa lap dance
ass got me feenin now i’m yellin

(hook:) (cacity & brokie)
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
dat 
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
i’m gonna tap dat
tap dat
tap dat
(uh huh, uh huh)
tap dat
dat
dat

TAP DAT! (ft. cacity) (prod. buckx2)

(hook:)
trappin out the studi 
bitch i’m makin big bucks
big booty judy 
hit my line tryna fuck
yo bitch got cooties, 
dat hoe prolly give it up
“brokie too fruity” 
bitch stfu
dat bish thought she knew me
til i rearranged her guts
2xl pants
i can’t get em past my butt
do a hoe like sans
if u fuckin w my bruh
i got 10 big bands
i can barely hold em up 

(verse 1:)
yo s.o. a fan
why yo exes showin love?
she want me to hit it
i’m like “baby i don’t fuck.
stay loyal to ur man
baby, you can get a hug.”
then we went back to my place
and to main bitch gimme suck
too much purple 
in dis styrofoam cup
too much purple 
in dis styrofoam cup
heard he talkin shit?
why tf he dap me up?
weird ass online lames
mad i’m up
my bitch always trainin 
feel like chi-chi, way he piss me off
he grab on my chi-chis, beat the back up 
he can’t get me off
tiddies really pretty small 
i’m stuntin in a little top
japanese hoes blushin cuz i fw city pop
really make a milli offa silly shit n singin pop
brodie talkin shit on my committee we gon get him knocked
all these hoes love it when i drop
i’m a pretty thot
you be with the cops
or them rappers at the diddy spots

(hook:)
trappin out the studi 
bitch i’m makin big bucks
big booty judy 
hit my line tryna fuck
yo bitch got cooties, 
dat hoe prolly give it up
“brokie too fruity” 
bitch stfu
dat bish thought she knew me
til i rearranged her guts
2xl pants
i can’t get em past my butt
do a hoe like sans
if u fuckin w my bruh
i got 10 big bands
i can barely hold em up

ISSBROKIE - JUDY! (prod. lakeside)

this song was completely performed by shteppi :3

the smell
of the rain
takes me back some moons
and stars
oh i 
can’t refrain
from cutting loose
and falling in your arms

your eyes
so unbothered 
i stare at you as you glace off to me
reminds me of my interest
how the water
evaporates, then comes back down
puddles up and trickels off 
the leaves

in love 
with the way
your glasses match the color of your hair
“they get 
in the way”
is what you say whenever you catch me stare

and you get embarrassed
cuz you don’t think they look good on your face
no no

but if you ask this gal,
what she truly thinks
they make your eyes reflect like puddles
reminds me how much i adore the rain

shteppi - this weird girl really likes rain.

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

(verse:)
bitch,
i aint never stopped dis shit for nobody
lil bitch you’ll really get stomped
if u trippin about me
i’ll put a bitch in a trunk if they trippin around me
i’m smokin spliffs of da runtz til my vision get cloudy
a broke bitch typa cunt run yo outta yo county
u wanna talk like a dunce? cool, lets get rowdy
“A-PAP PAP!” make em dance u gon need u a bounty
to take me down, man i hate when these fuckboys doubt me
do me a favor 
i aint doin ya dirty if i aint paid first
2 glocks, big ass like tracer
i’m finna hit matt walsh witta lazer
i aint fuckin wit u, boi, u a chaser
chokeslam a beat, undertaker
more i get real, be the more y’all get faker
quit talkin bout a bitch, u a hater
you worried bout a bitch while i’m worried bout paper
fuck
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
i let haters die
i let haters cry
you don’t care bout rights
u jus alt right
pullin up in that “whatchamacallit”
in the trap, home alone, feel like macaulay culkin
i’m prolly talkin up ya shawdy if ya main thotty callin
lil hoe i’m stayin in that H20 like a dolphin
u’d think i’m polyamorous the way yo shawdy, n mama, n auntie, n grandma all hit it prolly leave u astonished,
hakuna matata the way i’m livin, honest to brahma,
i gotta get gualla the only typa drama i follow, issbrokie!

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

ISSBROKIE - NASTYWERKKKK! (prod. femtanyl)

vocals and lyrics by shteppi and thorne baker
production by mac kay

(shteppi // verse 1:)
waking up to 3pm sunlight
head is hurting n my stomach feelin sick
somethings keepin me up way past midnight
i can’t afford to give a fuck bout what it is
my medication aint workin like it’s supposed to
i’m so anxious, feel like bugs under my skin
i got my homies hittin me up “is u alright?”
i just tell em “yeah it is what it is”

(shteppi // chorus:)
let me know wassup i might come thru
thats if i can get outta bed that day
so scared what my heart n my lungs do
i aint new to this shit boy i been afraid

(thorne // verse 2:)
livin in my head a bit too much, gets uncomfortable
not sure if i love you, at most i think you're tolerable
yea yea
oh no
oh god that's terrible
yea yea oh no
(oh god that's terrible)
i know that youre sound asleep
ill be up alone again,
wish you could wake up and see how im doin
(oh god that's terrible)
wish you could wake up and see how im doin
call my friends but they dont hear a word i say
trapped inside an echo chamber baby its ok, i'll go away

(shteppi / thorne // chorus:)
let me know wassup i might come thru
thats if i can get outta bed that day
so scared what my heart n my lungs do
i aint new to this shit boy i been afraid

shteppi - degen. (ft. teenage disaster)

ISSBROKIE - WTFG! (ft. blckk X teenage disaster) (prod. gort)

lyrics and vocals by shteppi
production by spancy

(chorus:)
she hit me up
like “what it do?”
i tell her “u gon keep me up.
wussup wit u?”
she just got back from hangin wit
her lil group
i told her “bae, slide over here.”
she think i’m cool
so she come over now we chillin
h.u.l.u.
distracted her from watchin shit
she like “i’m watchin you”
now she on me while we on the bed
i’m on her too
how could i think about the world?
you in my room

(verse:)
just gimme all of you
i’ll give you some of me
i cracked a couple jokes
now she in love with me
she want me to herself
she say i’m luxury
i’m just a kid, baby
i guess she fw me
said “you a bad thang”
well, thats a summary 
she dress for autumn weather
but she still summer-y
she got the septum ring
she cute n bubbly 
she grabbin on my arm
its like she stuck to me
she like
“you can take me baby”
but i don’t know if i can, 
i got too much on my hands
she like
“you can take me baby”
i got too much on my hands
bae, i don’t know if i can

(chorus:)
but she hit me up
like “what it do?”
i tell her “u gon keep me up.
wussup wit u?”
she just got back from hangin wit
her lil group
i told her “bae, slide over here.”
she think i’m cool
so she come over now we chillin
h.u.l.u.
distracted her from watchin shit
she like “i’m watchin you”
now she on me while we on the bed
i’m on her too
how could i think about the world?
you in my room
“you can take me baby”
but i don’t know if i can, 
i got too much on my hands
she like
“you can take me baby”
i got too much on my hands
bae, i don’t know if i can

shteppi - hmu.

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

(verse:)
got a man and his body look greek
it cut from the ‘crete, he build like the street
i got too much drive i can’t think 
y’all don’t got drive like the whip stuck in P
fuck talkin bitch i’m tryna beat 
mula bitch n its barely in green
thats what you made in a week????
i do that shit in my muhfuckin sleep
bitch
i’m off the mushrooms
you don’t fuck wit my homies its fuck you
me buck in the whip, what we up to?
up to here wit these rappers we stuck to
tryna break out the underground alla y’all tash
2020 gone it aint comin back
fuck that punk shit it alla y’all raps
suck my fuckin dick, put 2 in ya ass
ever since a fuckin jit been trippin, slangin, trappin bitch
even when i didn’t have to, makin money was my passion bitch
i said fuck this town, n now its been a bit since i was lackin bitch
had to lock in, rappin took off, stopped complaining, made it happen bitch
since a jit been stackin, talkin shit might get u flattened bitch
mobbin, pistol packin, smack a rapper out his jacket bitch
you can’t offer jack to me cuz i already have it bitch
you hatin cuz i’m trans
until this mac think u a faggot bitch

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

ISSBROKIE - INTERNET HOE! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - DON'T EVEN ASK! (prod. pxiqzes)

ISSBROKIE - YUCK! (prod. pxiqzes - waera)

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

(verse:)
rhinestone hoodie wit the b cup tits
aint a rapper outside ridin beats like this
rhymezone clicked, now he think he the shit
fuck up out my face ‘less u tryna get kissed
mwah :3
ol’ freaky ass bitch
stead’a sayin that i suck go n suck my dick
stead’a hearin “wanna fuck” i’mma take yo bitch
stead’a sayin “what’s up” go n mind yo bizz
brodie
fuck
want beef then its up 
don’t carry cash but i keep shit a buck
keep a buck, couldn’t beef witta mark ass hoe
wanna talk on the team when its us
nobody else makin beats like bruh
shoutout buck shoutout gort like yuh
every time i see a comment sayin brokie shit trash
i just laugh keep countin up the green like “wut?”
you can get a smell of my blush
u passin me in a rush
yo daddy makin a fuss
cuz he jus wanna fuck
my waterbed of a butt
“brokie you dress like a slut”
thats cuz i can, you ain’t servin’
yo tiddies barely a cup
keep my shit untucked
my hips wide as a truck
you built just like a man
a bitch built like a buck
10/10 how i’m cut
*spit sound* on the ground
bet yo man lick it up
like word woah bitch cool it
wanted me some ass so i grew it
got this cute lil guy he a buddhist 
flashed a tiddy at him once said screw it
good neck get his neck n i chew it
mean bitch but the boys in to it
i got this himbo guy, he a unit
said he tryna make my mind go stupid
i tell him “boy, do it, do it, do it, do it”

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

ISSBROKIE - CUNT! (prod. gort)

ISSBROKIE - UP THERE! (prod. wick)

ISSBROKIE - BRAND NEW BITCH! (prod. pxiqzes)

(hook:)
tell that bitch
SMFD
if he think i’m wack
her or him
got no fucks to give
they don’t fuck with that
okay bitch
okay okay bitch
where the fuck i’m at?
down in san fran
wit my clique
cruisin thru the map

(verse:)
bitch
jays on my feet
revenge on my tits
okay bitch
stay on repeat
stay on my shit
okay bitch
stage i’mma sweep
stay up in the pit
hold up bitch
why they hate on me?
drink my fuckin piss
i took over yo bitch
i took over yo set
i took over the state
i took over the net
okay okay
i just might steal home base
i just might take that check
but i can’t sell my soul
why would i use that tech?
ay
why they think i’mma quit when i’m up, hoe?
why they thinkin a diss get me stumped bro?
you ain’t hungry enough for the ones, hoe
i’m the type leave ya ass in a blunt hoe
all i do is serve pretty n cunt, hoe
all u do is serve shitty n butt bro
why i pull up, u missin, u duck bro?
u ain’t been to my house, we ain’t blood hoe
i just keep you around for the fun bro
havin nightmares back in the slums hoe
thats that shit imma number one fo
i can’t ever go back to no funds bro
i was sick of the fish fillet lunch hoe
they ain’t fuck wit me when it was crunch bro
but they all wanna hang when i’m up tho
shut the fuck up
rappers stuck up
talkin down like i aint on the comeup
i’m the type bitch to bury a rapper
if they lookin, he movin, get dug up
i’m the type getcho next bitch hung up
cute face n the fit look done up
give a fuck bout a switch imma run up
give a fuck who it is imma 1up

ISSBROKIE - SMFD! (prod. jasiah)

ISSBROKIE - LEZBO! (prod. hyzxr) (throwaway)

ISSBROKIE - CARDIO! (prod. snorkatje)

ANIMATION MEME ⬇️
https://youtu.be/NxAELo6SULk

(hook:) [ISSBROKIE]
i got swagger from my feet to my hat
you can catch me spray paintin using 3 different caps
wit my chaps you know we got the sticks if u talkin smack
we’ll hitcha lips until me smovin out wherever u at, bitch
you know we be takin in back to the real boom bap
its me n jarv here to hit y’all with that “ooh what’s that?”
i know you wish that you was me
why u still bumpin my tracks?
brokie the type to take yo chain 
“come get yo 2 bucks back” pussy

(verse 1:) [ISSBROKIE]
you the type to rep a city u ain’t even from
oaktown bitch west coast been here from the jump
keyboard warriors on my dick talkin mad dumb
i’ll put my clique on an icon n let the mac dump
i know rappers don’t een got em band tryin
to talk on how i make this money phone hands shine
they homies never worried cuz they know with a call,
i made that one ate hunnids
left they ass on they land lyin (line)
you the type to rep a city u ain even from
oaktown bitch west coast been here from the jump
keyboard warriors on my dick talking mad dumb I put my clique on an icon and let the Mac dump 

(verse 2:) [JARV]
This beat got me feelin like the fresh prince 
I’ll bag me a bald bitch
And make two messed up kids
I’ll put a doll house on top of my son’s head
And make my daughter whip her hair back n forth till she brain dead
I make bread like a bitch who can bake uh
I get head then I jizz in her face uh
Give it a taste like a fish with the bait
If y’all swallow the hook
then you gettin filleted
what
Big Jarv and Brokie
Y’all know what it’s gon be
But let me provide a reminder we riding upon you
by hollering “no peace!”
I’m so East coast
Roaming the forest with a pistol 
Bout to rob a hippy bitch for a fistful of crystals
I’m charged up 
Lookin for an Rtarded slut with a large butt 
That I could fuck until she fart blood 
Wow, that’s gross and immature
I can totally concur
I’m pretty sure I like my life
But most of it’s a blur
Hey sir, would you like to get murdered in the first degree?
I’m magic and I’m jacked
Like Merlin and Hercules 
Being merged together
like inside of a giant blender
Tiki tiki tembo no surrender 
Ready to bust like a tickin time bomb
The rhyme gon blast off of the mental
Shatter your dental then I’m gone 
Stompin y’all like Menace To Society
With both feet
Me and brokie makin hoes scream like…
(scream)

(hook:) [ISSBROKIE]
i got swagger from my feet to my hat
you can catch me spray paintin using 3 different caps
wit my chaps you know we got the sticks if u talkin smack
we’ll hitcha lips until me smovin out wherever u at, bitch
you know we be takin in back to the real boom bap
its me n jarv here to hit y’all with that “ooh what’s that?”
i know you wish that you was me
why u still bumpin my tracks?
brokie the type to take yo chain 
“come get yo 2 bucks back” 
fucking loser

ISSBROKIE - SWAGGERHAVERZ! (FT. JARV) (prod. shteppi)

ANIMATION MEME⬇️
https://youtu.be/XzwEqDC0DsE

(brokie: hook:)
can’t believe she told me i aint like that
5 racks to the bank from drawin on my ipad
they like “why she ego me on my tracks?”
you got caught, talkin shit, boy that shit in imax
yo bitch bad, not like mike jack
5 max, would say she a 4 but she might pass 
too many skills that i’m nice at
yo bitch want my dick cuz i’m that pretty shii w eyebags

(brokie: verse 1:)
she like me too much
might have to cut her off
your new shit not tuff
brodie get a fucking job
i been getting bucks
lately just because i talk
leave a trail of gualla ‘hind me everywhere i walk

(supxr: verse 2:)
homies doing good? yea thats my fault
heard you was a rat, you a snake
i see through it like im heimdall
she gon pick up if its my call
please get out my face
they wont leave a trace like its lysol
you aint a friend of me
closer? you my enemy
you was talkin big shit
that aint what you said to me
put the mic away its ass what you sendin me
you gon do me like some trash now youre dead to me
set me up, im gon do it right, you cant do it once
you stay with your mom, doin nothin, you a stupid bum
yeah, im gon flaunt it all the time, like ive never won
i could block you off, promise you wont find a better one
she gon do you wrong, where yo feelings at
my money reachin where the ceilings at
i could buy your life, just to be exact
put a bounty on yo head, brokie claimin dat

(brokie & supxr: hook:)
can’t believe she told me i aint like that
5 racks to the bank from drawin on my ipad
they like “why she ego me on my tracks?”
you got caught, talkin shit, boy that shit in imax
yo bitch bad, not like mike jack
5 max, would say she a 4 but she might pass 
too many skills that i’m nice at
yo bitch want my dick cuz i’m that pretty shii w eyebags

ISSBROKIE - EYEBAGS! (ft. SUPXR) (prod. waera)

ISSBROKIE - OUT DA WINDOW! (FT. SSJ DAKI) (prod. david arcade)

ISSBROKIE - I DONT LIKE U! (prod. plentyguap)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by ka1tebeats and andrzxz

(hook:)
pitfalls, hunnid missed calls
she saw my numbers now she wan get involved
yeh
its alright, resolved 
mind on a hunnid n my money sit tall

(verse:)
flyest mf where i’m from
rockin jordan ones you ain’t never seen once
huh
shawdy want me all over her tongue
get this bitch jumpin 
(thump thump thump thump thump thump)
so much gas in my lungs 
dressed like a bum
swag still A1
huh
shawdy wanna drink it like rum
feel like daki way she on me havin way too much fun
huh
when i see the camera 
peace sign hands up
wearin cat ears feelin drunk
shawdy she a dancer
told her pull her pants up
i ain even really wanna fuck
i got high standards
money like lancer
blue n white patterns on bucks
she said she a cancer
zodiac my glammer
chain on water bitch what
bad bitch still in the cut
y’all know i’m a dog i’m a mutt
its love to the hood aint stuck
4 or 5 hoe beggin me to rearrange they guts
diamonds on my neck king tut
wallet on swole n my pockets look buffed 
she jus wanna get a quick nut
bae i’m too locked up thinking bout

(hook:)
pitfalls, hunnid missed calls
she saw my numbers now she wan get involved
yeh
its alright, resolved 
mind on a hunnid n my money sit tall
pitfalls, hunnid missed calls
she saw my numbers now she wan get involved
yeh
its alright, resolved 
mind on a hunnid n my money sit tall

shteppi - missed calls.

ISSBROKIE - ARRITE! (prod. shteppi - waera)

ISSBROKIE - LIKEDAT! (ft. NUUMA) (prod. cartier k)

completely performed by shteppi

(lyrics:)
tell me again
what was ur name
i must’ve missed that
shit just don’t feel the same
it feels like you died but
we talk every day
i think i’ve just grown to hate
who we’ve both became

shteppi - one way. (demo)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by 1prodave & prodbyyty

(chorus:)
i’m fallin for u
oh, if u knew the things i would do
if i, if i
could have u under my roof
inside my room
what i’d do
what i’d do
do for you
in my room

(verse:)
oh girl i know u like this
you talkin to me like this
i know you, you can’t hide this
i’ve seen how you get time and time
i know deep down you’ll find this
to think about when night hits
as soon you flick that lightswitch
you see me in your dreams like i see u
real life i don’t say whats true
cuz i ain’t tryna fuck up your mood
your mood
she tryna link witta bitch real soon
i hope she feelin just like i do
we both know that we’ll prolly never fess up
or maybe, baby, you jus tryna travel west up
she comin over tellin me she gotta rest up
so when we link why she gettin all dressed up?
maybe she don’t fuck wit women she like men huh?
we bein’ real i’m only woman from the chest up
oh what i’d do to have u chillin in my bed just
once

(chorus:)
i’m fallin for u
oh, if u knew the things i would do
if i, if i
could have u under my roof
inside my room
what i’d do
what i’d do
do for you
in my room

shteppi - in my room.

lyrics:

every time i make a move you bitches try
invalidating reasons i been gettin by
twitter faggots on my dick about my lines
“brokie white” still don’t mean i’m gettin signed
read the room or die
context clues
where i’m from i’m fye
content fools talkin
y’all a buncha 
concept dudes
walkin
talkin
never boxin like you do wit keys
u ain’t bringin beef
only drive you pussies got is uber eats
thats why when these nazis said they shootin me
i knew they all was pussy, wasn’t losin sleep
homie danny hit me, heard me on a beat
so i did my thing i was 19
usin bandlab still, bitches peeped
i’m a pop bitch, make u do a leap [dua lip’]
[grrrt BLATT!]
shootin at these bitches feet
nah not really rappin all i’m ‘lowd to do
if i’m free i’ll kill n smoke a rapper too [wrap or two]
i really do dat when i get to pound da booth 
(when i get the pound a’ boof)
makin mountains move
like accountants do
i’m countin money handin out allowance too
i put tire tracks (tired tracks) on all these goofys rappers
like a current day wayne album do
bitch what
none these bitches ill as me
y’all tea bittersweet
i’m coppin 3 stories 
thas a trilogy
i wrote a eulogy 
these rappers killin me
i take they title
AND i take they dignity
y’all see a child
talkin they virginity 
y’all rappers wild
bitch you’ll never sit wit me
you prolly shouldn’t 
prolly end up history
this shit contagious, tell me who the illest be
if it ain’t me
aint no sympathy for bitches grillin me
i’m makin hits, spittin these soliloquies 
i really been the hardest doll in history 
ain’t nobody listen to you bitchin
miss me wit it bitch i got em mad for mystery 
reasons i think i know why you dissin me
cuz publicly i publish shit like “this is me”
you don’t know my body
know the homies got me
i ain’t never provin snitchin why i got it
i been stayin silent
twitter think they shot me
y’all ain’t shootin shit but pics from paparazzi 
bitch i’m really wilin’
say whatever bout me
shit won’t get acknowledged 
u ain’t wit the posse
u ain’t wit the politics 
thats why u talkin bout me
y’all agree w nazis
y’all ain never caught me
shoutout daki checkin up
y’all ain next to us
y’all like charlie kirk
we shootin neck n up
BLAT BLAT BLAT
really set em up
GRRRRRRRRRAT
thas how u get done
u talkin on the kid
but walkin like a bum
talkin like a dunce
cap em up like rum
poppin up the trunk
y’all must think i’m dumb
theres a reason i like dis
n you like nun

ISSBROKIE - Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY! (prod. wtfbennie)

ISSBROKIE - RUNNIN, GUNNIN, GONE! (prod. bmtj)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by devaux

(chorus:)
u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
i should’ve known better
yeaaaah, u got me foldin under no pressure
cuz baby, u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
n u know i been writin them for u
i gotta find a way to cope better
but thats on me

(verse 1:)
how can i make these lyrics vaguer that they need to be i think she see right through all of my shit
i’m redhanded
how can she make me feel this way, i got my bae
up in my face i wanna tell him but he won’t understand it
i’m a bad person when i see me in the mirror
its never clear but somehow when i hang w her i’m so candid
fuck… oh how tf will i manage
i’ll stay inside until its dark then i’ll walk
thinkin how cool it is whenever we talk
i told my man about he don’t seem bothered…
should i just bite the bullet, hang up, n block?
she flirtin with me, i’m like “maybe she not…”
i’m in denial cuz she gettin me hot
hate that she get me now, cuz she got me got got got
u love the fact i know u know that i’m caught

(chorus:)
cus baby, u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
i should’ve known better
yeaaaah, u got me foldin under no pressure
cuz baby, u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
n u know i been writin them for u
i gotta find a way to cope better
but thats on me

(verse 2:)
i’m making songs about her now
i see her face around my house
i gotta move cuz fuck i’m losing my mental
one of my homies found me out
i told him what the songs about he said
don’t act on it cuz that shit’ll suck ten-fold
i told him everything i felt, the way she look, the way she smell, he told me “girl, its gettin worse so be gentle”
i asked am i fucked up for this? he said “girl u just startna trip u ain’t a piece of shit if love accidental”
i’ll just avoid her til she move to somebody else 
its hard to move on cuz i know how her body felt
she grab my arm n that shit makin my body melt
i’m feelin guilty cuz she makin me think
u shouldn’t be a thought at all but i thought it well
u got me realizing that i need a lot of help
i’m feelin guilty cuz u makin me pink
got me rethinking that ring i don’t got yet

(chorus:)
u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
i should’ve known better
yeaaaah, u got me foldin under no pressure
cuz baby, u a homewrecker
girl, u like to listen to ya own records
n u know i been writin them for u
i gotta find a way to cope better
but thats on me

shteppi - homewrecker.

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by ty & saturngates

(chorus:)
i could write an album
bout how i fall in love
with a hunnid different people 
every day of every month
u could say i’m just flirtatious 
but i don’t think that says enough
oh i could write an album 

(verse:)
oh i could write an album about u
if u wanted me to,
all i have to do is think bout u
u n me chillin under my roof
and myabe if the stars align 
maybe all them dreams come true
yeah
baby tell me how does that sound to you
us under covers up inside of my room
i’ve never been good at the manifestin
nah i never been good at the flirty texting
i take a lot just to go n look at your messages
without the butterflies gettin in my inestines
oh baby i’m gettin anxious about intentions 
and i don’t wanna see u as another lesson
u got my head pourin over from these questions
i think u know u got me wrapped around ur thumb
ever since that night where me n u was gettin 
*pour up sound*
ever since that night where me n u was gettin drunk
you been had my heart its dancin movin to ya drums 
never thought before tonight that i’d fall back into that love
i’m jus tryna make ur mouth taste like my tongue
cuz if my mouth stay how it do it keep me up
thinkin bout ur face when u saw me inside the func

(chorus:)
i could write an album
bout how i fall in love
with a hunnid different people 
every day of every month
u could say i’m just flirtatious 
but i don’t think that says enough
oh i could write an album 
i could write an album
bout how i fall in love
with a hunnid different people 
every day of every month
u could say i’m just flirtatious 
but i don’t think that says enough
oh i could write an album

shteppi - flirtatious.

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by kash

i told her she don’t impress me
i lied to her face
the way that she gets me 
some shit i can’t take
she said that she’ll text me
when she’s on her break
but she tryna test me
i’m going insane
my sketchbook full of affirmations 
that she told me i use em as inspiration 
i wanna see her i ain never had the patience

its just her
on my mind
its just her
its just a matter of time
its just her
these other girls got me blind
just call me i jus needa know that ur fine <3

shteppi - when do u get off? (throwaway)

ISSBROKIE - SHE<3IT! (prod. jackwya)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by devaux

(chorus:)
oh girl you runnin up my bills
your voice been pullin on my heartstrings
but thats just how u make ppl feel
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up
oh girl you runnin up my bills
we on the phone until its dark and
that let me know this could be real
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up

(verse 1:)
talk, we just talk
laugh n walk
make me pace, you got me
lost, think i’m lost
in the sauce
she think i’m just bein cute but nah
she set it off
tick tick
i think i’m in l-[beep!]
(hehe) oh my god
you got me fallin n fallin n fallin n fallin n fallin n stop
you got me fallin n stop

(chorus:)
oh girl you runnin up my bills
your voice been pullin on my heartstrings
but thats just how u make ppl feel
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up
oh girl you runnin up my bills
we on the phone until its dark and
that let me know this could be real
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up

(verse 2:)
hey cutie, do u rlly wan see me?
could i make this easy?
is a date good?
i’m tryna know how u’d treat me
u gotta trust n believe me
baby i got dat
you do enough now to please me
so we don’t gotta get freaky unless u rlly need dat
but no pressure its ‘peasy!
and all i need is a reason
baby wanna talk all day
take shots all day
til i’m offa the sways, girl what?
i don’t got an option to say
any thoughts i just pray
that its comin out right off the buzz
and even if its not, shit at least i’m being honest
i’d rather do that then to ask for a hug
knowin i just wanna fuck
me n you, in the cut
in my crib, in the tuck
tryna get up in dem guts
but i just gotta wait for u

(chrous:)
oh girl you runnin up my bills
your voice been pullin on my heartstrings
but thats just how u make ppl feel
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up
oh girl you runnin up my bills
we on the phone until its dark and
that let me know this could be real
i can’t catch up 
i can’t catch up

shteppi - phonebill.

ISSBROKIE - DUFFY! (ft. PINKBLXXD) (prod. shteppi)

ISSBROKIE - 1THANG! (prod. logal)

i was born in 05
a year after the DS
a young damsel in a mans body tryna destress
i gave my life up to artistry 
no longer depressed, its recess 
20 years old so far i got no regrets
so many diary entries n paragraphs i repressed
you’d think i published the shit
nowadays i do to keep rest
while people like me inspired by the shit i speak less
now that i’m locked in the studio and got selfish respect 
recently been gettin phone calls
dudes tryna reflect
of back when it was my lowest
like i was not to be left
they like “you 3x better than rappers out the elects
for aoty i promise you they gon see how we flex”
i looked at bro all like “we?” 
you was not a reject
man i was grindin online since the time we aint een speak yet
n now you wantin my flowers you ain’t een planted seeds yet
make it a rule just to boo dis (buddhist)
theres more than 5 precepts

i do like 9 pre-sets before my show startin in my city
i gotta get this right i can’t let this shit be 50/50
its years i put in this shit
like decades its really wit me
i’m flyin down to houston just to sing bitch i’m really wittney
twitter won’t ever get me
it’s something i gotta accept 
most of they artists don’t got no bars its just charming neglect 
most y’all producers should charge these artists an arm n a leg cuz y’all like to act like you was the model like carmen elect
you bar tards harmless at best
can’t even starve wit the best
i eat every beat i hit like a farmer its karma the set
ain’t never alarmed by a text
you gotta pull n let me know if its harm that i met
i promise y’all arent a threat
retarded comments about my dick from conservative bums
i’ve got used to hearin the shit by now i want murderous ones
y’all gotta learn witta gun
kinda like kirk did or sum
irl y’all prolly pussy out “she not worth it” or sum
i want excuses to run
right now i do it for fun
i pull up any city n they love me the computer ones
stay up in they crib until i leave like a baby do
its baby food they play me like the yankees do
i’ve made they savings playin games n stupid
shit that make em lose sleep
2 beats, back to back i move sleek
too deep, cant go back produce peak
loose leaf, smoke a pack of deuceys
backwoods like i’m killbill fuck a movie
i’m the rapper til its over wit
so go n tell them hoes “issbrokie bitch”

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