I FEEL LIKE TAYLOR IN 2010! ISSBROKIE

[Intro]
(BROKIE, your music fuckin' sucks)

[Chorus]
All the homies got me, and they know that I got them, yeah
Shout-out to my mommy, one day, she gon' get a Benz
I got so much fuckin' guala in my pockets I ain't spent
I feel like I'm Taylor Swift in 2010, yeah

[Verse 1]
Want-want-want a verse? Then pay me
Bitch, but that don't mean we friends, yeah
If I told you, "Pay me," bitch, I only want the cents, oh
You don't got no connections, you just payin' homies rent, yeah
All these clout-chasin' on my name has got me bent, bro
He put a couple thousand on my head, that's disrespectful
I ain't never switchin' for no bitch, it must be mental
That boy talkin' crazy 'til I pull up for his dental
Pullin' out the choppa, it sound like this instrumental
We gon' brawl (Yeah)
That boy said he bitch me, that is not what I recall, yeah
Fuck his bitch, yeah, she all up in my jaws
She like, "BROKIE, you a icon," I'm like "Fuck it, bitch, we ball," yeah
He wan' take my ass to court for some assault, uh
Callin' up my lawyer, he a Goodman, call him "Saul," uh
I'm gon' beat the case, then pull up to the mall, uh
Meet this bitch again, and then we fuckin' on default, yuh