Lyrics:

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, fuck with broke nigga)
(Broke niggas, I can't fuck with broke niggas)
(Yeah, I can't fuck with broke niggas)

I say B-R-O-K-E he can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me)
Yeah I told that boy call my nigga T if he want smoke with me (He want smoke)
Yeah cash grabbing, ticket master, air this bitch we loading greens (Loading greens)
Yeah that pussy nigga up in my face and he get folded clean (Damn)
Yeah I put that nickel up to that dime call that ten five (Ten five)
Ay we don't fuck with twelve, you switching boy you switching sides (Switch sides)
Ay busting shots up at your crib we told them "Come outside" (Brr)
Ay you pressing up on my nigga, know we toting by, ay (Toting by)
Yeah that broke talking crazy we got smoke with him
Ay you put your hands up on my niggas you gonna lose a limb
Ay you are not the dope man, I call my nigga Tim (Tim Stakked)
Ay boy you smelling fishy, need some clean deodorant (What, damn)

Ay hit that nigga, Bruce Lee, nigga where my tongs
Ay hit that bitch up from the back while she sing my song
Ay he ain't snitching, I shot his ass, now he talking Tom (Damn)
Ay all my bitches fighting over me, they can't get along (Damn, what)
Ay fucking with me I don't reckon, you get hit with that fire (Damn)
Glock gonna change a nigga face up like we switching them tires (Damn ,what)
Got my pay stubs, got my check and that shit getting wired (Got my racks, damn)
Got your laces stuck up in your steps, yeah you getting tied (What, damn)

I say B-R-O-K-E he can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me)
Yeah I told that boy call my nigga T if he want smoke with me (He want smoke)
Yeah cash grabbing, ticket master, air this bitch we loading greens (Loading greens)
Yeah that pussy nigga up in my face and he get folded clean (Damn)
Yeah I put that nickel up to that dime call that ten five (Ten five)
Ay we don't fuck with twelve, you switching boy you switching sides (Switch sides)
Ay busting shots up at your crib we told them "Come outside" (Brr)
Ay you pressing up on my nigga, know we toting by, ay (Toting by)
Yeah that broke talking crazy we got smoke with him
Ay you put your hands up on my niggas you gonna lose a limb
Ay you are not the dope man, I call my nigga Tim (Tim Stakked)
Ay boy you smelling fishy, need some clean deodorant (What, damn)

(B-R-O-K-E he can't fuck with me) (Damn, ay what)

Broke Boy

Kyrie

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