Lyrics:

i'm broke boy you a broke bitch
i got the shells but no wealth and no health bitch
i'm broke boy you a broke bitch
you got the crystals i got the pistol that shoots a missile

shots in your brain like fifty
you rap is old and your flow is really shitty
don't talk shit i'm the best in the city
so much drip just call me lil drippy

i got the flow
calls on my phone
competition blown and i'll be known
smoking so much turn into a stone

look at my wrist bitch it's glowing
just like a river i'm flowing
i got the blunt that i'm rolling
look at my wrist bitch it's glowing
just like a river i'm flowing
i got the blunt that i'm rolling

bitch i really don't get it
why dogs like me don't get enough credit
underground og still be fire if this ended
most likely i'm so fire i invent it
hop in a supra i swerve
bitch don't get on my nerves
you're so bad that it hurts
you're so bad that it hurts
ouch ouch ouch

fucking your bitch on your couch
showed her my dick and she crouch
homie be tripping he a clown
sucking her dick all around
the fuckers being so loud
get the fuck outta my house
get the fuck outta my house

i got the blow but my flow is better
she suck my dick and i only just met her
if she a hoe just go on and let her
fucked her few times and just forget her 
ay wha?
i got the drip
pistol in my back that i grip
i got the clip to my hip

BROKE BITCH

Troffe