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(pipe bomb) Yeah, this is practice
Heh-heh, look, yeah, look
I got the beats and the jams
Weed make yo' mans prol'ly tweak off a gram
Took weeks off the 'Gram
'Cause my comments tryna' speak on the plan
How the fuck I'm finna beef with a fan?
Heat for yo' mans, if he really tryna' tweet 'bout the fam'
That control, alt, delete in my hand
Grip, squeeze, it don't jam
808 gon' break the speakers again
It's impossible to sleep on yo' aunt, uh
Get up out of bed, tryna' get shit done
My old friends on my dick like they expect some'
A broke bitch never gave away a penny once
My flow switch day and night, like the setting sun
If a rapper want beef, then it's Wellington
Fuck a beef, bitch, open up the Edison
Or FL, and make a track, how you can't outrun
The broke shawty with the guns, when it's said and done
I'm tryna' buy my mom house on the beach
Type clout you can't teach
Cop land on a hill, that's a house you can't reach
All blue, a bitch bills, I ain't even rolled deep
But if you tryna' get killed, then come for me
Like, "Aw, shit," smokin' on opps 'til I get nauseous
I got profit, shawty rappin' like God's prophet
I cough off zips, I'm off of antibiotics
I often murder a beat, I put 'em in coffins
I got this, how much longer can BROKIE talk this
Hot shit, rappers ain't yappin' 'bout me, they lock lipped
Thigh high socks, lil' thottie, the gyatt got grip
Walk on ya block, I'm prol'ly the most poppin'
Mary Poppins umbrella, lil' bitch, I got drip
My guap is really unstoppable, automatic
I'm walkin' out with my dogs, Wallace and Gromit
Blonde chick, college degree, she give me knowledge
Boss bitch, brand new merchandise gettin' dropshipped
Obviously flowin', I'm goin' 'til it's obnoxious
Flawless, kick a rapper eyes out they sockets
It don't take a problem solved to know y'all not shit
I got the beats and the jams
Weed make yo' mans prol'ly tweak off a gram
Took weeks off the 'Gram
'Cause my comments tryna' speak on the plan
How the fuck I'm finna beef with a fan?
Heat for yo' mans, if he really tryna' tweet 'bout the fam'
That control, alt, delete in my hand
Grip, squeeze, it don't jam
808 gon' break the speakers again
It's impossible to sleep on yo' aunt, bitch, it's BROKIE