[Intro]

Check it

[Chorus]

They hear the kick drum, they hear the hi-hats

They hear the flows, prolly blow a cat's mind back

They hear the snare hits, they hear the mic taps

The typa steez make civilians rewind that

They hear the kick drum, they hear the hi-hats

They hear the flows, prolly blow a cat's mind back

They hear the snare hits, they hear the mic taps

The typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

[Verse]

Ho, I spit what I spit

Ghost write what? The whip?

You won't evеr catch me slippin' on that shit

On my bitch, man, I put that on my kid's kids

Won't even еxist

I'm too broke inside to act like I'm rich

But fuck it, we bounce back, we smokin' on loud pack

Tell me where the pound of the hash is at

Roll the blunt 'til it's fat

Man, I don't like smokin' gas, I get panic attacks

I'd rather chill than go forget where I'm at

Sippin' Yogi and eatin' toast, my homies is coast to coast

I'm practicing my cardio, we runnin' an' eatin' oats

'Cause we tryna do these shows, my manager got me tourin'

I'm anxious all the time but, baby, fuck it, I'll still endure it

To say that I did it, shit a beautiful feelin'

But I turn to a villain as soon as crew say we spinnin'

I do 'em gruesome, they finished

I'm Dr. Strange with the Cumberbatch

Lil' brodie, I been addicted to flippin' this spinach pack

'Cause green all I get, if it's not, then it's blue

I ain't fourth, third, y'all know damn well I ain't two

ISSBROKIE, numero uno

I came up, they was like, "Who?"

Now I'm the new rap standard, y'all can't do it like boo

I know my peers be gettin' pissed off, hearin' my tunes

Y'all rhymes dryer than dunes

Tryna keep up with me? You better off sellin' shrooms

I been kickin' the cyphers since just a girl in her school

I got more water than pools, ya fool (ISSBROKIE)

[Chorus]

They hear the kick drum, they hear the hi-hats

They hear the flows, prolly blow a cat's mind back

They hear the snare hits, they hear the mic taps

The typa steez make civilians rewind that

They hear the kick drum, they hear the hi-hats

They hear the flows, prolly blow a cat's mind back

They hear the snare hits, they hear the mic taps

The typa steez make civilians rewind that shit