[Verse 1: MANGO THE ONLY]

Tiptoe in my trench coat, got my zippo

Hippo, bitch, I been dope, Junie B Jones

Lymph nodes with my sick flow, I say bingo

Beast mode, just another rapper from the East Coast

Make room for the muthafuckin' guest ho

I bet you understand what I’ma do when summer come

Fill my head with your opinion, now I’m feelin' dumb

Now me and Brokie dance around, we smokin' to the drum

Ya' niggas is nuisance, don’t get it confused

All you see is nooses, all over the news

And I’m jackin' my two step, look at how I move

I’m lovin' but the truth is my heart got a bruise

Yes, I’m a sweetheart, feel it in my tooth

Yeah, back in the day, all I wanted was a fucking coupе

Tell 'em ándale, movin' it back on top of mе and you

Am I supposed to pay promo to get the spotlight in a zoo?

I should probably escape

Copping some features that ain’t even worth it, I knew it

I used to wanna be like them but because I blew it

Bitch, screw it (You’re falling off anyways)

My bars Armstrong, motherfucker where’s Louis?

[Bridge: MANGO THE ONLY]

I make you my son, I’ma put you in a car seat

Mango havin' fun, L-riding up to Arbies

Got a fat blunt, bitch, I really like to party

Flip brick, I’ma stick in the big tip, you fake shit like rip n' dippin'

The epitome makin' you basic, have a royalty, that’s a percent of me

Energy put back into my enemies, it’s your fault I’m going ape-shit

Asic, stomp you in the basement, Mango leaves you in amazement

Brokie’s 'bout to start, patience and the anticipation got me pacing

[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]

Bitch, I be feeling amazing, I’m eatin' the rapper like bitch

And I’m in for the taking, I really be battle the flamin'

I know you gon' battle, that fake shit, bitch, move

I got a K, I might let loose, I’m finna aim it at you

Shoutout to everybody in my crew

Mango and Brokie only smoke boof

Bitch, I’m that new bitch with the music

Goof it, yeah, I just fucked your bitch, she let my crew hit

Boon six inches off the floor, you gon' get booted

New whip, I just copped a third like I’m Lew Bit

Cruisin' up on top yo' block you know I’m lootin'

You losin' all your valuables, that ain’t for you bitch

You know I be smokin' on that Pluto 'til I’m stupid

That boy tryna jump me, now he’s gettin' his whole crew split

Saw this fuckin' paper, let me keep you as a ghost

Bitch, I used to sell my Jordans, I already sold my soul, huh

I might fuck around and I might sell a couple rows

Smokin' on this boof, yeah, I be chillin' with Mango, uh, yuh

Opper said he gonna kill me, told him "Do your worst", uh

I been chillin' with yo' momma goin' through her purse, uh

Why these rappers wanna beat so bad, who got 'em hurt?

Bitch, I got a box on my fist, Steven Universe, uh

[Outro: ISSBROKIE]

Wake up in the morning, I got the same old jeans on