[Verse 1: CURT!]

Had to lotion up my hands, cus they dry from countin bands

I'm hot just like the sun, as it sets in Pakistan

She wanna ride me like a Lexus, ain't that everything big like Texas

Like a Pegasus, I'm majestic, tryna be like me out of the question

One hundred and one on the throttle, I got the cheat codes, I got got the numbers for the lotto

Don't got a genie in bottle, but I got this white bitch poppin' ass like Christina Aguilera

Around a few ways, see me in the newspapеr, used to have me in thе whole column

Sick as fuck, better back up, like the sidewalk filled with pollen

[Verse 2: mannyily]

If you want a verse, then you paying fifty

I got a bitch, she like Hello Kitty

Whole gang eating they staying with me

I said it before, I could not give a fuck bout the concept come on say it with me

I'll take a fine hoe with me to Disney

When I'm sipping that drink, I be getting dizzy (Manny, shut up)

Yah, chop

Choppa on me and it's thumping

I asked the bitch if we fucking

Nah, I'm beating the bell like percussion

She ain't trying to drop me the neck, then I dip and I go say what's up to her cousin

And I'm not finna fuck for the free, but she fuck with me, so I might as well bust it

I'm that one thing you can't touch, just like that pimple on your back

Santa Claus, I got these ho-ho's trying to grip up on my sack

With my woe, these riding stupid, pushing metal in that cat

I hope to get behind, then I rearrange her back

Pass me the blunt now I'm elevated

I din’ show crib bitch you renovated

I'm with your bitch and I'm roller skating

I'm going up and I know you hated

I'm off of the drink and I'm barely faded

This shit got wock I could barely taste it

And I'm finna be rich like I'm counting Macy's

[Verse 3: Jake Hole]

Talking on the net instead of trying to get your bands up

Bruises on your knees from all that sucking, go ‘head stand up (Get up!)

Got a couple screenshots in the vault if you gone act up (Uh huh)

Trying to gas me now cause you too scared of getting packed up

Brokey

All this smoke, I might just air it out

Brokey runs his mouth and yet that bank account stay running out

It's all about that come up, but for Brokey he keeps coming down

Boo!

I'm a job app

Aw, I think I scared him now

I'm on top of my guap, that's my typical

My money by hundreds divisible

Your level of broke inexplicable

Yeah, you still on my nuts like a physical

Broke and pitiful, pick a struggle, you're pathetic, I can't lie

Like how in the world is you grown and so stupid?

Acting like you need a bedtime (Mimimimi)

Those ain't no Jordan 1s, them Jordan nones

Sending threats on the internet when we both know you can't afford a gun

Laughing at your spelling in my comments, I'm here having fun (Stupid)

By the way, what's your baby mama's number?

I might just send her some (Go and get your kids some food, bro)

[Verse 4: 978jey]

Ay, JB mister chase the bag, but I still be broke

Bills be adding up the formula, it ain't no joke

Someone tell Lado that me and my girl trying to run the thrifts

And if she had us down, I'd gladly jump till I can't breathe

No, for real though, like that really ain't no joke

Bitches trying to get me ass, all I want’s the throat

Like you the type to get straight A's, all I want’s the brain

These diggers trying to take the crown, but be really lame

[Verse 5: Kolossal]

Brokey

I pity you niggas, just look at my riches

It finna stack when we running up checks, but I'm suing you niggas who say it’s suspicious

Stone face, but I'm bout my business

White Christmas, snow white bitches

Pay me or die, cause there’s no in-between

And I charge every buck, every buck, and you switch it

Man y’all some broke niggas, joke niggas, can't get four for four, niggas

Don't go band for band your bitch ass know not to approach, nigga

You a dirty dyke, so all the children call you roach, nigga

Brokey simmer down I'll probably smack you if you spoke, nigga

Smack STARVE

Smack STARVE

You fucking broke bitch, poor jit

Stomach stuck on E, you can't afford to shit

No lights, no water, damn, you can't afford to spit

Yes, I hope you die because you dirty and you poor, bitch

[Verse 6: Alex Schor]

Back it up, I'm overstimulated

That's why I wear earplugs in the club

Broke in a crypto bull run

All the meme coins got rugged

I got zero filtered when I'm sober

I'm not touching any kind of drug

Don't be moving like your phone died, huh?

Like, why are you looking for the plug?

Me, I'm looking for some love

Maybe physical affection

One time I was feeling myself, told my date I had an erection

I got conviction, confidence

You could tell in my vocal inflection

Walked in on my friend's roommate beating his meat when I was a freshman

Step in the room, I'm the elephant

Trying to be celibate

Why do I do it? Well, just for the hell of it

Well, the real reason's too personal, so I'm not gonna tell it

Labels don't want to sign me because they don't understand me, bro they think I'm disabled

Or they're anti-Semitic

I'm Jewish, you know that? Call me Lil' Dreidel

I'm gonna get a fake account and comment RIP on all of my posts

You think it's gonna be enough to fake my death?

I'm gonna take myself off the internet

Put a gas sticker on a military vest, then I go into a party and berate the guests

Then I steal the snacks just to take them home and see what tastes the best

[Verse 7: Koloseta]

Y'all ain't got no cash, got no stacks, got no racks

Go fast, I'm so stressed

Broke as fuck, got slow debt

Yeah, rent’s due

Landlord tripping ain't much to do

Can't even pay for no finger food

She fell in love with a stingy dude

Huh?

Aw, hell nah

I ain't buying you no bras

You ain't going to no spas

Fuck a condom, we go raw (That’s facts)

No Lambo, I'll drive around in a van though

I'll paint your guts like I'm Van Gogh

Then I'll shoot some loads like I'm Rambo

Got a cup of ramen, it's gourmet

And your whore shopping at Norway

No Louis or Gucci, Gabana, Versace

I'm broke as fuck, and I don't even really think I give a fuck

My pockets are empty like India

Been blowing this green like some indica

[Verse 8: Digbar]

If you a nigga talking shit in my comments, I bet you a brokie

Talking that shit on the net and you claiming it's valid my nigga but you do not know me

He claiming that he making hits, but his music is shit so I had to just tell that boy show me

Y'all claiming y'all hoe hella loyal, but she taking meat on the side, y’all full of bologna

I don't really be putting much thought in this shit, I just hop on the mic and I run it

She don't be putting no thought into sucking my dick, I just told her don't stop till I'm cumming

And I don't like beefing with niggas, but boy, if we beefing, I take that shit up to a hundred

And I ain't gonna be like Seattle, if you trying to box, I ain't passing, you know I'ma run it

You a brokie

Youn’t even got no bread

You a brokie

Youn't even get up at your bed

You a brokie

Yo bank account is always seeing red

You a brokie

Get your dirty ass up out that shed nigga

Like, I hate when a broke ass nigga be trying to tell me how to stack up my money like, nigga, you broke

Like, I know how to get to the money and double the money and triple the money, you don't

I know I'ma keep making money and keep making money and keep making money, you won't

And y'all niggas keep begging for shit and keep begging for shit and keep begging, just leave me alone

Digbar the GOAT I'ma go get it tatted

Making these hits, you would think I was batting

I get that bitch and I show her the world, so that bitch gonna call me Aladdin

Her mouth hella fire, like when she be sucking me

I save her name in my phone under Dragon

You used to be popping, you used to have money

Now all of it's gone, how the fuck did that happen?