ON DA BLOC! ISSBROKIE (Ft. TRIPLE777)

[Intro : ISSBROKIE + LVK + FONY WALLACE]
[?]
Brr!
Krra!
Fony Wallace! (Uh)
(Yuh) Ayo, LVK killed em'!

[Verse 1 : ISSBROKIE]
Chillin' with the homies down on San Fran on the [?]
L-L-LVK and Fony on the beat, you know it knocks
Y-Y-Yo' bitch give me neck and promo every time I drop
Y-Y-Your shit is a no-go, we gon' fire you or not?
Seven, Seven in the whip with me, we whippin' from the cops
Pull up in a drop-top, hit you with a mop (Brrr)
Your music is so shit to me, my boy you need a [?] (Uh)
Know your shit is not hot, that shit finna' flop
This shit like a rubiks cube, the way we spinning on your block bitch
I'm really with the shit, so if you lackin' we get [?] bitch
R-Really off that zaza, and it got me meeting god bitch
And I keep up playin' [?] cause i'm a goth bitch
I hate internet rappers, tryna' tell me how to view my mothafuckin' friends
And you can suck up on my dick, after yo' momma give me neck
No, I cannot fuck with rappers because most of them are feds (Uh)
All these poser faggots tryna' be a punk I can't befriend
That boy really tried to diss me, but will come down to my ends (Uh)
Ima' hit him with that choppa, I don't miss you can't defend
Momma waltz into the studio, she laugh [?]
I-I-I be smoking on that shit, got me anxious, got me bent
That boy talking tough on twitter, but [?] when we met
I got drip, i'm making puddles every steppin' place I went
That bitch [?] like "Uh Oh!", why she sound like [?]?