"brokin bonez" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?] what the fuck
And we can link and battle
Niggas be shootin' they Glock and run backwards
Nigga say he got our drop, his exact words
I told my whip it's a freak, it's gon kiss the curb
Look how he servin' his weed, he backwards
I swear they [?]
Snatch off the seal in the whip, it's factory
Fuck nigga raisin' his voice, he cap to me
We finna smoke and post up where yo' captain be
You got a purse for what, where yo' blick at?
I hit my whip and didn't give a fuck if you sit back
Nigga think I'm puttin' that shit on, where yo' bitch at?
Get in the crowd if I feel like they fuck wit' me
Put yo' blick in the bed, not where yo' dresser be
Told the lil' boy he scared, nigga ain't nun' to me
Spray down the group if they push up a hunnid' deep
This some bullshit, this za ain't nun' to me
Nigga spooked to shoot, throw yo' lil' gun to me
Check the roof, I think that's where yo' money be
Cap to the fine shit, turn off my honesty
This week I touch a whole lot, this a money week
I know somebody gon' get touched, they a hunnid' deep
I ain't servin' shit, spend it on my feet
Get bad hoes, put my whip in the street
Puttin' this shit on, my drip too elite
Everybody wanna do a song, want a feat
Nigga think he the only one on fuck shit, I'm on beat
Every time I do a lick, trap shit I get geeked
Every time he speak, cappin' what he speak
Nigga not drippin', tacky what you be
Harsh ass blunt, I throwed it out the V
I told the producer he psyched out, he made this beat
Glock havin' glow sights, I can see
Bitch said I'm not her type, she can't read
Buck the box, open the door I can't breathe
Eyes in the back of my head, you can't sneak
Smoked the shit last week, I was still geeked
Said she ain't goin', get out the bnb
Work [?]
Sit 'round the game and smoke a all day weed
Shit ain't change my drip and my beats
I just scratched up the street in my V
Dodgin' potholes, they can't fuck wit' me
Yo' weed ain't shit for real, it's dispensaries
Keep smokin' all that fake shit, you black out
After [?] pop back out
Nigga don't know if I got jugged, I ain't lacked out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?]
Ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?] what the fuck
And we can link and battle
Niggas be shootin' they Glock and run backwards
Nigga say he got our drop, his exact words
I told my whip it's a freak, it's gon kiss the curb
Look how he servin' his weed, he backwards
I swear they [?]
Snatch off the seal in the whip, it's factory
Fuck nigga raisin' his voice, he cap to me
We finna smoke and post up where yo' captain be
You got a purse for what, where yo' blick at?
I hit my whip and didn't give a fuck if you sit back
Nigga think I'm puttin' that shit on, where yo' bitch at?
Get in the crowd if I feel like they fuck wit' me
Put yo' blick in the bed, not where yo' dresser be
Told the lil' boy he scared, nigga ain't nun' to me
Spray down the group if they push up a hunnid' deep
This some bullshit, this za ain't nun' to me
Nigga spooked to shoot, throw yo' lil' gun to me
Check the roof, I think that's where yo' money be
Cap to the fine shit, turn off my honesty
This week I touch a whole lot, this a money week
I know somebody gon' get touched, they a hunnid' deep
I ain't servin' shit, spend it on my feet
Get bad hoes, put my whip in the street
Puttin' this shit on, my drip too elite
Everybody wanna do a song, want a feat
Nigga think he the only one on fuck shit, I'm on beat
Every time I do a lick, trap shit I get geeked
Every time he speak, cappin' what he speak
Nigga not drippin', tacky what you be
Harsh ass blunt, I throwed it out the V
I told the producer he psyched out, he made this beat
Glock havin' glow sights, I can see
Bitch said I'm not her type, she can't read
Buck the box, open the door I can't breathe
Eyes in the back of my head, you can't sneak
Smoked the shit last week, I was still geeked
Said she ain't goin', get out the bnb
Work [?]
Sit 'round the game and smoke a all day weed
Shit ain't change my drip and my beats
I just scratched up the street in my V
Dodgin' potholes, they can't fuck wit' me
Yo' weed ain't shit for real, it's dispensaries
Keep smokin' all that fake shit, you black out
After [?] pop back out
Nigga don't know if I got jugged, I ain't lacked out
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy watchout, ayy watchout
[?]
