BLOOD BANK! ISSBROKIE

[Intro]
(Ayy, Mom, say something at the beginning of this song)
What do you want me to say?
(Anything)
Anything
(Okay)
Shout-out to Moms (Ooh)
(I don't produce)
I've been working way too hard recently
I just gotta make some dumb shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh)
With a lotta bass, (Yuh, yuh) like that
Yeah (Brokie, your music fucking sucks)
Hey, hey, huh

[Verse 1]
How can these rappers (ooh) be stealin' my flow?
They be stealin' my jokes, don't Louis CK
How can these rappers be doing the most tryna get me to go?
Like, bitch, go away (Yeah)
Bitch, it's young Brokie, got heat like a stove (What?)
If you need me, I'll be in the cut with a J, ayy
Rollin' in, smokin' them (Yeah) shits, I be tucked in a bitch in a booth (Yeah)
I don't know what to say
(What?) I carry heat in my waistband (Yeah)
(Ooh) I put the heat to his dome like a face tan (Doot-doot, brah)
Pussy talk shit, he won't turn on his facecam
He know I spit with a stick like a caveman
He know I'm smokin' on dick like a gay man
I stay in the city, I'm out causin' mayhem
I beat on my chest like a motherfuckin' ape-man
I stay blowin' up 'til I'm feeling like Baymax