[Intro: Keyaunu]
Yeah-yeah-ay, hey
Yeah-yeah-ay, hey
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Keyaunu]
Fuck these broke boys
They ain't making no noise
Fuck with broke boys
Baby, that is your choice
Fuck these broke boys
They ain't making no noise
Fuck with broke boys
Baby, that is your choice
[Verse: Keyaunu]
I just skrt up out that dealer in a Rolls Royce
Making money a wonderful feeling, shit fills me with joy
Stacking this shit up to the ceiling till I can't stack no more
Play with me and my gang, send yo' bitch ass up to the morgue
First off gotta thank all my niggas
Gotta thank all my niggas
First off gotta thank all my niggas, huh
Gotta thank all my niggas
Second off, if you ever down and out, huh
Just gotta call me nigga
Third off, don't ever count me out, huh, but I still ball my nigga
Thеy wanna see me down, wanna see me out
Wanna see me fall lil nigga
Who thе fuck you gon' call when you in that cell
And you got that phone lil nigga
This is that real-life shit when you gotta be grown
And you can't go home lil niggas
Now I just get to the money by making this music
And rapping these songs, lil nigga
I'm sick of these fake ass niggas with no backbone
Call 'em a boneless nigga
All of these bitches hit me up on my trap phone
Act like I don't know 'em, nigga
[Chorus: Keyaunu]
Fuck these broke boys
They ain't making no noise
Fuck with broke boys
Baby, that is your choice
[Verse: SZNKid]
Cemetery in my jeans, my pockets full of presidents
I need my bitch rich, can't no broke hoe be in my residence
Broke boys steal the flow, this that hot shit I talk, no peppermint
Back then I rocked the same clothes now they don't know what I'm stepping in
Too many baes, I'm extra
Too many Ks in the dresser
Band it for band, I betcha
Bad lil blasian girl say she from China, damn, I feel like Fletcher
The ones I call my twin I swear we nothing lesser
I'm with my dog like Jake and Finn, let's go on a adventure
We poppin' tonight at the party
We popping our collars, not popping no molly
I love how she moving, she shaking that body
Buffs on like a Play-boy, I'm feeling like Carti
Got demons, the parasite-host like Tom Hardy
I'll whip any shit like the bitch is a Audi
For Christmas I want me three hoes that be naughty
Say, say, say, McCartney
The only thing that's broke is the hearty (E-Yeah)
[Outro: Keyaunu & SZNKid]
Baby I cannot save you (E-yeah) (No, no)
Baby I cannot save you, hey (E-yeah) (No, no)
Baby I cannot save you (E-yeah)
But baby I cannot save you