[intro:Wavehi]
Ay yuh ay
[Verse 1: Wavehi]
I say fuck these hoes
I want double money double O's
Just the other day a shawty on me tryna hit a pose
I'm blocking shots like I'm in the post
Flipping money like reciprocals
She like that my income digital
I spend it on her swear I didn't have those drinks your honour
Started acting different so I had to go and switch up on her
I want properties and equities she want Dolce Gabanna
Sitting on the sidelines hating no Jersey and Zanna
She like me cause I play the game
I play for double-stakes
Posted on the sidewalk, now that shawty hit with double-takes
I have my cake and eat it too
This weed is so invisible
But when I'm finish crying feel like I am invincible
Hit the lever trigger post
I'm saying shit that be triggering to these hoes
Pull the trigger get exposed
I'm addicted to these flows like liquid inside my bones
[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
Kinda like liquor, I'm addicted to swigging down every flow
I get internet money show
But is living the only goal
Tryna do more than grow old bitch
I'm itching to do these shows and I'm bitching bout my critics
Who making the Twitter posts
When I know they wouldn't be bitching in person
They turn to ghosts
And no that doesn't mean I'd kill them
They'd simply leave they shit closed
I just know they'd pose for a picture with me if I said id post it
My persons out in the open
I don't even try to show it really
Thats just all that i know my go back to the city
Cause I hate my home
Or rather hate the things that come with home
Its always that I'm awake alone or floating through my house to roam the places I've already known
And I'm only skin and bones
This hoodie on my shoulders is supposed to guard my face from cold weather
Whether sweating in 107 degrees or in a bed with a sweater
Tethered to spending time with me I'm still alone
Alone with every thought that's badder so that I've been told
I hope I don't feel like this when I'm old but fuck it
Let's not get existential
Wavehi just sent me an open
I load the wave file knowing that shit gon drive me mental
I clutch the pencil and vengefully flex about credentials
Heres an example lil bitch my bank account is governmental
Way too many racks for an anarchist now I hate myself
Too many fans man I'm starting to think I played myself
Sexualizing my lyrics or maybe ways I portrayed myself
Then I look in the mirror and smile
I'd probably date myself
Can't blame my fans for wanting cheeks
Too much anxiety I think they might be onto me
And I tried sobriety but i guess it just ain't for me
They hate the grind but I know they don't do this shit for free
You telling me you selling tees
But still won't bitch to me about the money I made off of streams
And say I'm only in it for the green
When you the same as me
Dropping songs of Spotify but they don't do as good as queen
And now you making tweets about how you think I'm switching teams
Just because i don't still make the music I made as a teen
And you never grew out of your edgy phase on these angry beats bitch
Why you actin issbrokie is desperate for the cheese
And calling shteppi broke when your ass can't afford to buy my feats
Ay yuh ay
[Verse 1: Wavehi]
I say fuck these hoes
I want double money double O's
Just the other day a shawty on me tryna hit a pose
I'm blocking shots like I'm in the post
Flipping money like reciprocals
She like that my income digital
I spend it on her swear I didn't have those drinks your honour
Started acting different so I had to go and switch up on her
I want properties and equities she want Dolce Gabanna
Sitting on the sidelines hating no Jersey and Zanna
She like me cause I play the game
I play for double-stakes
Posted on the sidewalk, now that shawty hit with double-takes
I have my cake and eat it too
This weed is so invisible
But when I'm finish crying feel like I am invincible
Hit the lever trigger post
I'm saying shit that be triggering to these hoes
Pull the trigger get exposed
I'm addicted to these flows like liquid inside my bones
[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
Kinda like liquor, I'm addicted to swigging down every flow
I get internet money show
But is living the only goal
Tryna do more than grow old bitch
I'm itching to do these shows and I'm bitching bout my critics
Who making the Twitter posts
When I know they wouldn't be bitching in person
They turn to ghosts
And no that doesn't mean I'd kill them
They'd simply leave they shit closed
I just know they'd pose for a picture with me if I said id post it
My persons out in the open
I don't even try to show it really
Thats just all that i know my go back to the city
Cause I hate my home
Or rather hate the things that come with home
Its always that I'm awake alone or floating through my house to roam the places I've already known
And I'm only skin and bones
This hoodie on my shoulders is supposed to guard my face from cold weather
Whether sweating in 107 degrees or in a bed with a sweater
Tethered to spending time with me I'm still alone
Alone with every thought that's badder so that I've been told
I hope I don't feel like this when I'm old but fuck it
Let's not get existential
Wavehi just sent me an open
I load the wave file knowing that shit gon drive me mental
I clutch the pencil and vengefully flex about credentials
Heres an example lil bitch my bank account is governmental
Way too many racks for an anarchist now I hate myself
Too many fans man I'm starting to think I played myself
Sexualizing my lyrics or maybe ways I portrayed myself
Then I look in the mirror and smile
I'd probably date myself
Can't blame my fans for wanting cheeks
Too much anxiety I think they might be onto me
And I tried sobriety but i guess it just ain't for me
They hate the grind but I know they don't do this shit for free
You telling me you selling tees
But still won't bitch to me about the money I made off of streams
And say I'm only in it for the green
When you the same as me
Dropping songs of Spotify but they don't do as good as queen
And now you making tweets about how you think I'm switching teams
Just because i don't still make the music I made as a teen
And you never grew out of your edgy phase on these angry beats bitch
Why you actin issbrokie is desperate for the cheese
And calling shteppi broke when your ass can't afford to buy my feats
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