"Broke Me First" lyrics
Casper TNG & 33RK Lyrics
Tryna put you on a shirt
Tryna put you in the dirt
Tryna put you in a hearse, hearse
Bitch you did me wrong I did you worse
Tsss... Fuck a bitch I'm tryna lurk
Big fifth under my shirt
He tryna chase a skirt
I'ma leave him on his date
Leave his face all in his place
Step hard earthquake
Free J Money he gon' paint
Like Picasso he a great
I got VV's on my chain
I bet she gon' give me brains
Side swiping on your Snap, I'ma hit it first date
Money long and I'm out of town it's me and RK
And Wallahi on the race
We sip lean we need smoke chase
She got a bubble butt but from the front she got a pretty face
C Sick couldn't finish up his mixtape
I can tell you on my block that was a fucking sick day
Nigga this isn't sixth grade, this is not a switch blade
Six shooters, six guns, hit your ass in six ways
Yeah you know how we coming nigga
MG4L all way man, dead guys
RK in the building with me, yeah
I been sipping on this syrup
We gon' put him in a hearse
Put that nigga on a shirt
Take that nigga off this Earth
Fuck the opps in the bin they getting gerked
Casper on your block with a thirty don't get hurt
Glizzy gon' talk I ain't gon' say a word
Trizzy got birds, my niggas gon' purge
Switchy go berserk, and TB got burned
Roads had to learn, tell me how that works
I ain't going back in forth on the 'Gram with these nerds
Spot a opp guaranteed I'ma shoot first
JuJu in the cut tryna spin tryna lurk
Menace gang, every month ends on the thirty-third
Tryna put you on a shirt
Tryna put you in the dirt
Tryna put you in a hearse, hearse
Bitch you did me wrong I did you worse
Tsss... Fuck a bitch I'm tryna lurk
Big fifth under my shirt
He tryna chase a skirt
I'ma leave him on his date
Leave his face all in his place
Step hard earthquake
Free J Money he gon' paint
Like Picasso he a great
I got VV's on my chain
I bet she gon' give me brains
Tryna put you in the dirt
Tryna put you in a hearse, hearse
Bitch you did me wrong I did you worse
Tsss... Fuck a bitch I'm tryna lurk
Big fifth under my shirt
He tryna chase a skirt
I'ma leave him on his date
Leave his face all in his place
Step hard earthquake
Free J Money he gon' paint
Like Picasso he a great
I got VV's on my chain
I bet she gon' give me brains
Side swiping on your Snap, I'ma hit it first date
Money long and I'm out of town it's me and RK
And Wallahi on the race
We sip lean we need smoke chase
She got a bubble butt but from the front she got a pretty face
C Sick couldn't finish up his mixtape
I can tell you on my block that was a fucking sick day
Nigga this isn't sixth grade, this is not a switch blade
Six shooters, six guns, hit your ass in six ways
Yeah you know how we coming nigga
MG4L all way man, dead guys
RK in the building with me, yeah
I been sipping on this syrup
We gon' put him in a hearse
Put that nigga on a shirt
Take that nigga off this Earth
Fuck the opps in the bin they getting gerked
Casper on your block with a thirty don't get hurt
Glizzy gon' talk I ain't gon' say a word
Trizzy got birds, my niggas gon' purge
Switchy go berserk, and TB got burned
Roads had to learn, tell me how that works
I ain't going back in forth on the 'Gram with these nerds
Spot a opp guaranteed I'ma shoot first
JuJu in the cut tryna spin tryna lurk
Menace gang, every month ends on the thirty-third
Tryna put you on a shirt
Tryna put you in the dirt
Tryna put you in a hearse, hearse
Bitch you did me wrong I did you worse
Tsss... Fuck a bitch I'm tryna lurk
Big fifth under my shirt
He tryna chase a skirt
I'ma leave him on his date
Leave his face all in his place
Step hard earthquake
Free J Money he gon' paint
Like Picasso he a great
I got VV's on my chain
I bet she gon' give me brains
