[Intro: ISSBROKIE]

(Yeah, hey)

(Woo-hoo)

(Hey)

Yeah (Woo-hoo)

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]

No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rollin' loud

Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds

Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds

I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns

They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the fuckin' underground?"

All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth

Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around

Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]

I met PINK, got a pink Glock, "Dink", that's a dead opp

Sink when his neck pop

Blood up on a shirt, nice stink, get a fed popped

I get Charlie Kirk from your bitch givin' neck top

[?] OD, [?]

Gas finna get by, tracks finna get droppеd

"S-W-A-G," on my head top

Down to these knees, I hatе gettin' wet, uh, what?

[Verse 2: PINKBLXXD & ISSBROKIE]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Remember back then, it was dick, you gotta paint

All my niggas rockin' out, while we makin' fuckin' dracs

I'm always thinkin' 'bout the ass and never think about the face

I'm a pussy-ass lil nigga, that's ironic, but okay

Got the ounce in my bag while I'm headed out to Tampa

Damn, I'm tellin' on my myself, nigga, I do not know the answer

Yeah, me and BROKIE trollin' niggas all the way to Canada

Yeah, these niggas call me monkey, but I do not want the banana (PINK, what the fuck?)

Yeah, I'm a fuckin' cat, I'm a lord

Nigga, you don't know my lore

But, I'm tappin' in for sure

Yeah, my nigga Zach is acting like he Mack, he's such a whore

Yeah, you hatin' on my ass, I got yo' bitch on all her fours, yeah

Nigga, I'm not fakemink, but I do it

Yeah, this beat is fucking crazy, shteppi got me fuckin' movin'

I got five bands in my Duffy, nigga, I'm a fuckin' nuisance

Now I'm devastated 'cause I got the blood up on my Truett's

I apologize for bein' fuckin' stupid

Niggas talkin' shit to me, but they don't they fuckin' muted, damn

Yeah, you tryna start that beef, bitch I conclude it

I be all up in my room, lil nigga, I be so secluded

Why she stayin' in my crib and she stay four footed

It was fun at first, but I'm not really seekin' fuckin' Cupid

I'm not dealin' wit' this bitch, I'm callin' BROKIE, get 'em booted

This my right-hand bitch, every bitch gon' get excluded, yeah

Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]

No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rollin' loud

Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds

Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds

I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns

They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the fuckin' underground?"

All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth

Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around

Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found (BROKIE)