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fuggit 10 minute song!
issbrokie; lil darkie
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Bitch boy, I'm thick again, I up that stick again, I let it rip
Back at sis again, he talkin' slick again, that typa shit
Made me sick again, made me hit licks again, I can't go back
Not bein' rich again, I need that blick again, boy, that rat
Look like Bakugan the way I'm flippin' shit, lil' bro, they strapped
Yell like Bakugo, that nitroglycerin inside my gat
Bitch wan' fuck me, say I look magnificent, she fuck the pack
KARMA clickin', bitch, we 'bout that wickedness, my titties flat
But my dick is big, my ass Brazilian and yo' bitch on sat
Actin' innocent, I'll fuck then dip again, no, you won't tap
If you think you in it, you an idiot, I'm in the trap
Makin' hits again, ain't nothin' different, lil' bitch
Yeah, bitch, yeah
Talkin' shit again, I thought he was my friend, I guess he not
Pull up on the block, I up thะต Glock and knock him out his socks
I don't really give a fuck about my enะตmies and opps
You do not need to be rappin', bitch, you might as well just stop
Me and BROKIE flippin' packs and stackin' bread like Pringle chips
Got the thickest bitch on me, we bumpin' Oldies in the whip
You just mad that when you rap, nobody give a single shit (Ha)
When I drop it, that shit heat, you drop it like it's off a cliff
Down bad, how you in the studio and all yo' music sound bad?
We gon' make a million dollars rappin' in the Bandlab (Yuh)
I'ma call up KARMAMรB and get yo' fuckin' mans stabbed
With my Spiders overseas on another landmass
(Yeah, my Spiders overseas on another landmass
You could dreโ, you could dreโ, you could dreโ
You could dress like you rich, but we know you broke inside
Everybody crashin' out, these rappers don't know how to drive
On yo' phone fo' like nine hours every day, bitch, go outside
Rappers pour a four and almost died, should've poured a five
Relapse, go to rehab
People think it's cool to be a piece of shit, I see that
Postin' every day for validation 'cause you need that
Beggin' for attention, ain't that shit hurtin' yo' kneecaps?
Beggin' for attention, yeah, that hatin' shit contagious
Spreadin' like it's syphilis
Everyday the same shit, you movin' just like Sisyphus
Push it, push it, you mistakin' harmony and dissonance
Metamorphosis, it's time to pop outta the chrysalis
Tryna eat the caterpillar, bitch, I turn the butterfly
They act like I'm stupid, yeah, I know you are, but what am I?
Only thing that's worse than wastin' all yo' time is wastin' mine
Go and get yo' bread, mothafucker, why you chasin' mine?
Actin' like a poppa wit' yo' hand out, you are water ride
You cannot take none of this shit wit' you when yo' ass die
Do not hit my line with that whining, acting asinine
Baby mothafucker, you could cry, you get pacified
You the typa MC that all my niggas satirize
You could stomach bullshit that homie don't metabolize
Tryna live a lifestyle that rockstars romanticize
Pop a perc and go to sleep, nigga, you can fantasize
Yeah, yuh, why you talkin' like a God? You are not
Me and Darkie in the spot with a car-sized Glock
Bitch, I crash out, I'm not distraught, you are none of the opps
BB belt across my cock, rhinestones, real rocks
IPhone full of guap, I can't care about no cops
If yo' bro on my block, then he gon' stare down that gat
Say he roll with a chop, cool, I bear mine a lot
I don't wanna hear you talk, bitch, yo' hairline is chopped
Bald shawty got no cash around my body, only credit
Don't mean brokie money, I mean writer's money, when I said it
Me and Karma function, come and fuck with us, we take yo' debit
Bend yo' bitch, she unprotected, bitch
I'm eating up they lettuce like I'm losin' weight
Only losin' fakes, no mistakes
Born an accident, but happy like I'm Bob Ross in the paint
Shout out Jay, shout out $oulbomb, that's the homie from the gang
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, the sculpture of my face is on my gate
Most the underground, they hate me on my page and masturbate
I don't blame 'em, I just wish that they would mean the shit they say
Hardest tranny out the Bay, we get money every day
Except for the days we don't, sike, lil' bitch, we gettin' paid
JK, JK, bitch, I'm broke, matter of fact it's in the name
I'm the hardest bitch alive, been that way since second grade
Bitch, I slap you with the .9, put yo' canine in a grave
Yo' bitch, Yo' bitch barkin' on my line
That lil' bitch cannot be saved
(That's a really fucked up line)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
New York city, listen to me
If you're near a convenience store right now
Any type of 24-hour store
Go into the store right now
And put your hand in the cash register for no reason
Lil' rat like Dot, bitch, I do not stop
I got, like, two albums in my stock, why y'all do not drop?
Every single song I got a bop, bitch, I do not flop
Heard you droppin' merch up on yo' shop, that we do not cop
You the type to let us fuck yo' bitch, while you sit and watch
You the type to shit yourself in awe at the shit I got
Scream rappers hate me 'cause I'm hot, they be on my cock
Like they bitches pop out every stop, just to give us top
Rapper talk on me then he get dropped, from his label, brah
So much water on me, bitch, the droplets be fallin' off
All these rappers droppin' mid shit, that's why they fallin' off
That's why you still sellin' old merch on yo' Depop
That's why you still sellin' old shirts you and me dropped
That's why you still tellin' yo' homies that you need guap
Fuck a Top G, tell yo' bitch to give a G top
Payin' fifty bucks for Discord, bruh, you need God, seek Jah
Yeah, hurtin' for some money, mad, 'cause they givin' me some bread
I be workin' hard, makin' moves, while you sleep in bed
Rappers poppin' pills, like some idiots that end up dead
Bitch, you ain't ahead of me, yo' bitch wanna give me some head
Why you sellin' reposts? Bitch, it's 2024
20 shows sold out and I still got, like, 20 more
Hate on this shit all you want
Yo' favorite rapper love me more than dummies leavin'
Comments on voice chat on Discord
Rappers get on stage and you can't even tell what they're sayin'
That's how you can tell an MC from someone cosplayin' (Yeah)
Shut the fuck up, little bitch, I am not playin'
If the show is whack, best believe I am not stayin' (Yeah)
Me and Brokie in the Uber, we just lit a joint
Do not waste my time, like I'm stabbing you, get to the point
I be eatin' Sweetwater wings when I'm in Detroit
I be eatin' barbecue at Smokey D's in Des Moines
I know why they hate on me, it must be 'cause they stuck at home
Broke, actin' down bad
Someone needa get a red nose for yo' clown ass
Walkin' down the block, sippin' Mickey's out a brown bag
Walkin' with the chop and I turn him into Swiss cheese (Brrr)
Yeah, you are irrelevant, bitch, please
Everything I do, yeah, you know I do it with ease
Turnin' up, like, every night in all these different cities (Yeah)
Yo, I want you to know, if you heard that Discord sound effect
And you actually checked Discord
Then you should jump off a fucking cliff
Wait, bitch Iโ, bitch Iโ, bitch I flex like Queen Elizabeth
New tiara on my head, I be on my villain shit
Y'all be linkin' with the feds, all you rappers spillin' shit
Pack exotic, got me sped, I can't do arithmetic
You get stabbed in yo' head if you talk a little shit
All my raps been ahead, ever since a little kid
Hella racks in my bag, bitch, I'm countin' dividends
Talk wrong and you dead, ain't jokin' a little bit
Geekin' off of the meds, I be poppin' Ritalin
My homegirl doin' meth, shawty always sniffin' shit
I want problems, I say bet, rip him out his whippit shit (Yuh)
The trap metal cast too angry for the shit I make
I'm tryna have a good day, get high and get paid
I don't want put no one in graves with shit that I say
But you should kill yourself if you think that I'm in your way
'Cause I ain't movin' out the game for none of you lames
Darkie just told me I'm the hardest bitch outside the game
Big computer in my lair, I feel like I'm Lain
Yo' bitch riding balls through the air, she lookin' like Aang
I got a really good relationship with Johnny Dang
If I had a penny, every chain, I'd fill up a lake
Rappin' KARMA, that's the name, 'cause none of 'em fake
Most you rappers folded for a bitch that's still in a grade
Brokie said she wanna make a song, I said, "Make it 10 minutes"
My dick very long, like the check, it got 10 digits
I might make a milly on the paper with my pen fidget
I remember droppin' songs and gettin', like, 10 listens
Ho, we up now, I just put my soul on the track, spill my guts out
You got weak bars, like a prison that can't hold shit
I feel like it doing laundry, how the choppa fold shit
And they told me they never seen the function get so lit
I would still be ballin' on you bitch niggas with no dick
If I was a bitch, I just know I would be so thick
Carryin' the game, they see me, they say, "Bro is so ripped" (Heh)
Okay, Darkie, so, for this nextโ, for this next verseโ
Yeah?
Let's uh, let's flex on them melodically
Okay, Brokie
Let's just sing on they ass, we lit
Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yah, most these hoes, they be on my dick
All these rappers mad that I ain't broke, they be on my dick
Scandal make an oppa body fold, so it's on my stick
Matter of fact I got myself a pole, it's gon' fuck yo' bitch
She like that my dick long, it's a row, it's like twenty inches
Most these rappers talk like they ain't hoes, but they really bitches
Got no bitches on my phone, you can't get my digits
Just 'cause I'm a girl
They think I'm a ho, no bitch, I'm really with it
Just because I'm BROKIE don't mean broke, really, I got riches
All these groupies wanna take a pic, I'm like, "Shawty, listen
I ain't taking pictures with no groupie ho, get out my business"
But if she wan' suck up on this dick, we gon' get to business
Yeah, woah, woah, I hit yo' bitch in my show again
He got a problem, he not finna show again (Yeah)
He wanna fade, wanna go again
Security kick him out in the cold again
Yuh, I get money mostly
You ain't ever gon' catch in on bitch bein' broke again
Fucked on lil' bro's beat
But your music is garbage, don't come to my show again
How I'm sippin' Codeine
Make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
I'm hitting that coke freeze 'til my nose bleed
I might fuck around and overdose
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long
So I'ma keep quick
They don't wanna see us up
They don't wanna see us win, turn us into villains
But we goin' up so fast
My feet leavin' the ground, we breakin' the ceilin'
And we doin' so damn good
We got the opps so mad, bitch, cry me a river
Bitch, I'm in your neighborhood
I do a sold out show then get sushi for dinner
Used to get so high, felt like I was gonna die
So when I told her I was sober, it made my mama cry
And I been killin' it with my gang, I do what I desire
I travel around the planet, workin' with people I admire
So I don't really give a fuck what you think
They sayin' my name when I walk in the bank
You hop in a Honda and that shit your ride
I hop in the top of a motherfuckin' tank
Rappers be under your dick so much like they masturbate
Then shoot in the blanket
Hop off my dick, you ain't got permission, I want the love
All you do is hatin'
Bitch, I been hittin' the stage
Back in the day the only thing I hit was a bong
And I really like it when shawty
Her body look good when she wearing nothin' but a thong
How I'm sipping Codeine
Make a ho freeze when she see my wrists, she broke
No, bitch, we not homies
You don't know me, better come correct or I won't
And I gotta go 'cause this song, like, ten minutes long
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