ANN COOPER! ISSBROKIE

[Intro]
KARMAMØB
I FaceTime my dog

[Verse 1]
Gettin' baked than a bitch, feel like Ann Cooper
On my dead, calculate more digits than a math tutor
I ain't even laughin' at the opp, he got bad humor
Bruh thought he’d get a free feature, he a damn goober
I ain't finna fuck his bitch, I let my mans do her
Fuck his bitch from the back, then I call an uber
Tell this bitch to go home with her man’s cooter
Tryna talk tough, I see through it like a stand user

[Verse 2]
Swore to God I ain't hard, that shit is perjury
Drill music play at the function, I start to move sturdily
I'm a cute tranny bitch, so old heads wanna murder me (Facts)
Glock dig a hole though his chest like surgery
Broski really wanted to test me, send his ass to the emergency
Uh, matter of fact, I'm prolly getting charged with first degree
Walk up on that fuckboy, put the whole clip to his jersey tee (Brr)
Lil' bro got careened with this .33
Bullets pierced that lil' fuckboy like The Veil
I pull up on an opp, block 'em, you know lil' homie gon' bail
All this water on my body, might as well set sail ([?])
2 bullets in his knees, make him wail (Bup, bup, bup)
Big ass dumpy in this skirt, it ain't for sale
I'm fruity as fuck, that faggot prolly eat kale
Why the fuck you still making trap metal? Bruh, that shit's stale
Jerk a opp dick off, send it to his mom in the mail