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)

(chorus:)
boy you know that you my type 
big spooning me all night 
(y’know what i’m sayin)
n we ain’t had no fights
3 years, boy that sumn light 
(it’s time to get faded)
yeah and even when i’m high
i’m never putting up a disguise with ya
(no second face or fakin)
when i look into ur iris the blue tones give me butterflies 
(a boy that i’m cravin)

(verse:)
baby, i’m exhausted
and i can’t find my lipstick i lost it 
it’s your “favorite color on me” what u like to say
n now you got a pink smudge on the side’a ur face 
you’re so adorable￼
(god damn ur adorable)
n now i’m stuck in ur arms and i cant escape 
i’m encased with ur lovin’
n you can love me all night
babe, you can tell me anything 
it’s not gon’ change that i’d agree to any wedding rings
if that’s in the future babe, i’m down for any kinda thing
ur body looks like fine art
just wanna be held in your arms

(chorus:)
boy you know that you my type 
big spooning me all night 
(y’know what i’m sayin)
n we ain’t had no fights
3 years, boy that sumn light 
(it’s time to get faded)
yeah and even when i’m high
i’m never putting up a disguise with ya
(no second face or fakin)
when i look into ur iris the blue tones give me butterflies 
(a boy that i’m cravin)
(so baby, stop playin)

shteppi - u ma type. (prod. pieper)

HER! - ISSBROKIE

this was freestyled i didn’t write down the lyrics lmao

PINK! (prod. tj nero)

ISSBROKIE - 24/7! (prod. dylvinci)

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

(verse:)
hoe i spit what i spit
ghost(write // ride) what? the whip?
u won’t ever catch me slipping on that shit
on my bitch
man i put that on my kid’s kids
won’t even exist
i’m too broke inside to act like i’m rich
but fuck it we bounce back
we smokin on loud pack
tell me where the pound a’ hash is at
roll the blunt til its fat
man, i don’t like smokin gas
i get panic attacks 
i’d rather chill than go forget where i’m at
 sippin yogi n eatin toast
my homies is coast to coast
i’m practicing my cardio
we runnin n eatin oats
cuz we tryna do these shows 
my manager got me tourin
i’m anxious all the time but baby fuck it i’ll still endure it to say that i did it
shit a beautiful feelin
but i turn to a villian 
as soon as crew say we spinnin
do em grusome they finished
dr. strain with the cumberbatch
lil brodie i benn-idicted to flippin
this spinach pack
cuz green all i get
if its not, then its blue
i aint 4th, 3rd, y’all know damn well i aint 2
issbrokie numero uno
i came up, they was like “who?”
now i’m the new rap standard cuz y’all can’t do it like boo
i know my peers be gettin pissed off, hearing my tunes
y’all rhymes dryer than dunes
you tryna keep up with me?
u better off sellin shrooms
i been kickin the cyphers since just a girl in her school
i got more water than pools ya fool

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

ISSBROKIE - REWIND DAT! (prod. dylvinci)

Chromatic ft ISSBROKIE & Misc (Prod. Hydraa)

Half-Hearted: Heads

Go Out A Memory

ISSBROKIE - WEAK ASS MC THERAPY SESSION! (interlude) (prod. skotskr)

ISSBROKIE - YOUTUBE SHORTS RUINED AN ENTIRE GENERATION OF MEN! (skit)

lyrics, vocals, and mixing by shteppi
production by peril

(verse 1:)
girl i can’t 
is you serious?
i can’t talk to my bro
cuz his hoe,
actin curious
she think that i’m gon go
pack my bags
leave my man
jump in head first with no plan
girl bye i’m gone
fake ass tan
i think i understand

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

(verse 2:)
girl, grow up
i’m so lost
don’t you think it would have happened
before you showed up?
cuz i’m not
the type to wait for compassion
oh i’m so sick explaining every time
i’m a girl who loves a guy
and my homie ain’t my type
makes me feel so sick inside
ain’t nobody want your man
you’re the only girl ‘could stand him
i’m so sick of wasting plans
cuz his girl don’t understand and 

(chorus:)
she hates
my guts
cuz she don’t have good taste
girl i
don’t want
to get between y’alls space
cuz he’s not him
and i’m not her
so keep your “him”
while i keep word

Go Out A Memory

SSJ Daki